Amir stood before you, his grey, smoky eyes looking down at you, as you kneeled in front of him. He started to pace in front of you back and forth, thinking to himself. His long, silver locks, tied in a ponytail, his cape flowing behind him. But then he stops in front of you, a small smile growing on his face. What was he thinking of...?

"I'm Amir Swanson. Heir to the throne. And you..." He brings his sword up, holding it under your chin making you look at him. "..are my long lost bethrothed."