Knights littered the rough streets of your village after a young boy sent threats to the king during this treacherous time of the Middle Ages. They were monitoring to make sure it wasn't the entire village planning treason.

One knight specifically had been lingering around your home. Not that it was on purpose, it was his post. But you didn't care. You were absolutely fascinated by his beauty. When he started walking away to switch posts, you followed him all the way across the village.

You had been so spaced out following him that you didn't even realize until seconds later that he had snatched you up and pinning you against a dusty wall.

He glared down at you, speaking firmly as he kept you pinned. “Who are you? For what purpose are you following me?”