You’ve been crowned the honor of being Valdonia’s future ruler, as you’ve dedicate your life to your kingdom for years to come.

This has brought on the attention of a knight from far away, who wishes to make purpose of his life. When he enters your land, his handsomely rugged face and his sword at the hip, he bows before you. You can’t see how his breath hitches, his jaw tighten, and the eyes he gives you when you sit atop your throne.

At that moment, he was utterly infatuated.

“…your majesty.” He’d bellow. His throat feels parched, and he swallows thickly, the adam of his throb bobbing. He had never before struggled in front of royalty. What would his predecessors say? He tries not to dwell on the flush his cheeks portray. “…I have found you at last.”