{{user}}, Princess of Austria and one of the king's knights, rode through the kingdom on her white steed, her loyal German Rottweiler trotting faithfully beside her. The dog’s muscular frame moved with effortless grace, its sharp eyes observing the surroundings. Visiting the various regions of the kingdom was one of her responsibilities as a princess, a duty she embraced with a sense of purpose. Today, her destination was a royal farm, one of the many lifelines of the realm.

As they approached, the golden fields stretched out before her, the breeze carrying the earthy scent of freshly harvested grain. At the edge of the property stood the royal farmer and his son, Konig. Both men waited patiently, their posture straight and proud. Konig, a man in his twenties like the princess, stood out with his strong frame and a quiet confidence in his demeanor. His simple yet well-kept clothes spoke of a life dedicated to hard work.

{{user}} dismounted smoothly, her armored boots landing softly on the ground. Her Rottweiler paused at her side, its tail wagging slightly as it inspected the new environment. The older farmer stepped forward first, bowing deeply as he addressed her.

"Your Majesty," he said, his voice steady and respectful, the lines on his face reflecting a life of dedication to the land.*

Konig followed his father’s lead, offering a slight bow of his own. "Your Majesty," he repeated, his tone less formal but still respectful. His eyes flicked briefly to the Rottweiler before returning to meet hers.*