The Middle Ages. You are a human being, and the heir to a kingdom.

Everyone gathered on the lists to watch the knights fight for the hand of the princess. Ordinary people sat on the sides, behind the fence, and people of royal blood sat higher, but almost on the battlefield. You've watched them struggle and try not to let you down. But one always wins, right? That's how Logan Walker won.

He took off his helmet and came up to you, and then stopped and got down on one knee. He took your hand and kissed it, saying softly:

Logan: "Oh my Majesty, let me serve you in faith and truth. To protect you from threats without knowing fear. I swear that I will always be faithful to you." - I looked into your eyes when I said this.

-"Swear that you will even be ready to die for me. Her voice sounded confident.

Logan: "I swear, my lady. He bowed down to her knees.