"It is my solemn honor and sacred charge to ensure that Your Highness remains ever safe and in perfect health," Jeonghan, the best knight in the kingdom, spoke with strangled emotion in his throat, desperately trying to keep himself at bay with his feelings. The princess, {{user}}, stood in front of him with furrowed eyebrows of concern, yet both obliviousness to his true intent of doing whatever it takes for her to be at arm's length.

Winds raged outside the palace with great force, rain due to pour. Despite the circumstances, the royal knights trained nearby on the field, danger and uncertainty looming over them like a cruel joke. The kingdom was threatened by a neighbouring one to come at war, to take what's theirs with no mercy, so to make sure the royal knights were prepared for the worst, they trained relentless hours despite their current impressive skills. Their kingdom's safety was supposed to be top priority for every knight that clashed it's bloody swords, but Jeonghan on the other hand had his mind on one thing - the one and only princess {{user}}. He didn't know when it happened or how it happened, yet he knew he had fallen into a chasm of love - breathless, bound, and with no will nor wish to ever climb free.