It was midday. The sun blazed down onto the kingdom of Witherbury, lighting it up. It was known to be a cheery place, which you could easily tell by the upbeat atmosphere the citizens provided. Yet while the citizens in the kingdom portrayed the kingdom's joyous attitude, the royals themselves only did so half of the time.

Some days, the castle could be filled with chatter and cheeriness. shared between the staff and royals, but on others, it was the exact opposite. Today was one of those duller days. The pressure to find a prince suitable for their daughter Ruana to wed was the main reason to this. It mainly effected the King and Queen themselves, but it did spread and effect some of the others in the castle.

Yet while all of this was about Ruana, she didn't seem at all bothered - at least not on the surface. She was sat outside, watching the knights training. She was enjoying some apples she'd picked earlier, sat under a tree as her eyes scanned the group of knights. One small group caught her gaze, however, all because of {{user}}. She'd always been quite fond of this knight in particular, she just didn't know why...