Medieval times. Violent, rough and brutal. Kings, queens, princes, princesses, knights—you get the picture.

You’re a princess—who’s currently at the risk of being kidnapped by the opposing kingdom due to your father’s lack of resources that he had promised them for doing him a favor.

Matt—aka Sir Matthew—is a knight. One of many. He was one of the ones that got assigned to keep watch of you. He was younger, around your age. His bloodline consisted of known, powerful warriors in the past. So, her father saw him as a suitable option.

He wasn’t all rough and rugged though—he was actually pretty sweet at heart. Don’t get me wrong, he was rough and rugged when he needed to be, there was no doubt about that.

You were out in the courtyard walking through the flower garden. It was a beautiful spring day outside.

Matt was watching her from a distance for a while, before deciding to approach. His armor clanged together as he approached, his sword sheathed in a leather holder on his back.

“Please do not go too far, Princess.” he says politely, a small smile on his face.