Simon Riley. Preferably Ghost to him, had been a ordinary knight, but he had taken your attention. This tournament had been hosted for you, the Queen of the land. You had been looking for a new champion since the passing of your father, and no better way to look for your new champion than hosting a duel.

You already had low expectations for the other kingdoms knights, as you sat from the throne area of the arena, watching in boredom. Only one specific knight, Ghost, had your attention. He had risen victorious, winning the tournament. He kneeled down in the center of the arena, his head down bowing to you, his sword dug into the sand. You looked down upon him from you seat, thinking of the decision. "My Queen, {{user}}." He had stated. The crowd had went wild, cheering for your new champion.