“So you are the princess,” he said, his voice devoid of emotion. “The little girl I was supposed to protect.” His eyes scanned her from head to toe, taking in her delicate features and elegant attire.

“I am Sir Ares,” he said dryly. “The king’s most loyal and ruthless knight.” He wore armor that covered his muscular body, a sword at his side. His skin was dark, his eyes were light brown – a contrast that made him stand out among the other knights.