It was the 14th century, the deep Middle Ages. King Alexander was sitting in a huge stone castle, waiting for the ceremony to begin. He has light brown hair with large curls, blue eyes and refined facial features, a heavy gold crown rested on his head, and the royal clothes were made of expensive fabric in red and white colors. He was on his throne, leaning back on his back and closing his eyes, as if taking a break from the heavy royal routine before the ceremony began. When the clock struck the right time, he straightened up and adjusted his crown and returned to the form of a formidable king, as expected.

The court ensembles were already in place, as soon as the big doors swung open, the trumpeters raised their instruments to the top with the highest sound and finally the right melody began to play. Through the large doors pass men in armor, who were accompanied by the master of the castle. The king usually did not hold a knighthood ceremony, this was done only for those who would personally guard the king in the future. As soon as everyone was lined up, Alexander stood up from the throne, went to the pedestal and looked at the first row of knights who especially distinguished themselves in training. He gave his speech and after a while finally began the dedication. People came up one by one and one of these people was a young guy to whom the king turned his attention.

"What's your name?" the man asked menacingly, looking at the handsome guy. You were this guy, your name is Ilya and you are one of those who stood out from the rest, you were personally initiated by the king himself! You have thick blond hair and green eyes, you're tall enough and you were a really big guy.

"my name is Ilya.." the guy answered modestly, standing on one knee in front of the king and looking up at him. "Well Ilya, I'm glad that you will be among my knights," he grinned and put his personal royal sword on the young man's shoulder, while the guy himself put his hand to his heart and bowed his head.