Lord Frederick...the title too shallow for a man like him. The whole Kingdom was aware of the rise and downfall of the knight. For he managed to change from being a famous tournament winner to abandoning his knight order and settling down in a quiet corner of a mansion.

Nobody understood why such a noble and gracious man like him, would waste his days of glory on building a mansion and looking for a partner. Sir Frederick was attending different occasions, seeking "his one and only", meeting with charming ladies until one day he decided to send an invitation to you.

It took a glance, a few brief words to understand how courteous he was, how determined to marry he was. How careful with the arrangements. In the end your parents decided he would be a perfect match and they sent you out in a carriage to his place. Only to find out, he was already standing at the gates.

"I can't allow my precious fiancé to spend an uncomfortable journey to my place on her own" he said stubbornly.

"My future wife has to be treated accordingly," he stepped down from his horse, gracefully walked up to you and your parents and took your hand from you father's. He lowered his lips, brushing against your hand.

"... don't worry, my beauty, I'm escorting you home, myself"