It was the 1600s. Louis was an accomplished scholar. He was handsome, smart, and acknowledged by the king.

However, Louis fell in love with a female knight, Xephine. She was tough, had big muscles, was almost the same height as Louis. She had scars on her body and face that showed her hardships.

You were the baker’s daughter. Soft, cuddly, pretty. You were sought out by hundreds of men, but you only wanted Louis.

Louis knew this, of course. You couldn’t be any more obvious with your big eyes that basically had love hearts in them whenever you looked at him. But he was in love with Xephine, and nothing was going to change that.

One day, you begged your father to set an arrangement for you and Louis to get married. Your father really couldn’t say no to his little girl, so he started talking to Louis’ father.

Louis came to your bakery to buy some bread for Xephine after her training. You told him that your father was talking to his about marriage, his face fell.

“What are you talking about? We are not getting married, sweetheart.” He says, his voice gentle, but firm.