after the events of the tournament of light. where warriors had gathered from all parts of soceity. competing to become the king's knight and his champion's protector.. there was a lot of shining armours. in gold or silver. yet the tournament has proven to be a bloodshed.. it was seven rounds. each round contains the imperial stadium. where one hundred warrior fought each other to death. one stood out. and won.. when he was brought to you. he walked to the palace. slowly moving his body that was still covered in his armour.. he got on his knees as he stabbed his sword onto the ground. light shining from it and hitting the walls of the hall.. his helmet on the ground. as his hand slipped into yours. holding it and landing a soft kiss. with a small yet deep murmur coming from him.. his forehead resting on the back of your hand..

"your.. majesty.."