You were sooo bored. You, a 14 year old princess of Aurton, were at yet another royal dinner, where your parents were deciding which prince would be your future husband. I know, right? So stupid. Yet you had to go through it. You glanced at your dad, the king, who was in conversation with one of the princes they had set up for you. You didn't like any of the princes. They were all either rude, arrogant, or not your type. The prince across from you smirked, but you looked past him, at the knight standing by the door.

The knight standing there, saw you staring, and opened his helmet, so you could see his eyes. There was black hair spread across his forehead, and he had green eyes, narrowed. His hand, which had grey, metal gloves on it, waved at you