The tiltyard was deadly silent as the two princes were locked in an intense jousting match to earn your, the beloved princess’, hand in marriage.

The clanking of armour as it hit the ground caused an eruption of cheers from the courtyard, a contender finally knocked off his horse.

The victor sat proudly atop his stallion, his lance held beneath his arm as he pulled off his helmet. Only to reveal, he was no prince at all.

“My princess, if you’d have me.”