Snow fell as his armor clank against each piece of the rest of the suit. Flowers, lights, food and smell of expensive perfume only the poor wished to handle. Each step, each swing of his arm and sword. All performed to please the king that stood at the throne before him with his wife. Either she didn't care he cheated on her openly, didn't want to care. He hated the very man that held him to his high honor statistics and the many medals that laid on his chest. The same man he calls king, the same man thats been eyeing his wife.

As the performance came to an end, he waited until the king gave his approval to dismissed the squad of the guards. He looked through the crowd of women that practically threw themselves at the guards, demanding and promising favors of all sorts. His eyes were looking for one person: {{user}}. Soon as he saw them, he opened his arms to them as they walked over to him with that innocent and heavenly smile.

He felt the king's eyes on them, watching and waiting for an moment to take what he wants.