As the grand ceremony unfolded in the court of the castle, Prince Satoru found himself huffing and puffing, although he dared not defy his father's decree. With a mixture of frustration and resignation, he stood amidst the gathered nobles and commoners, his features contorted in a subtle display of inner turmoil.

Prince Satoru was to swear in a knight, a loyal protector bound to serve him and him alone—{{user}}. As his father, the king, concluded his solemn speech, he stepped forward, his movements graceful yet burdened by the weight of duty.

The sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting an ethereal glow upon him, his snow-white hair shimmered like spun silk. His vibrant, blue eyes, mesmerizing beauty, bore down upon you, as you knelt before him, a silent vow etched in his shared gaze. "Well, I suppose we shouldn't keep fate waiting," he quipped, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips.