Your town was attacked by demons, some of the knights and servants from your palace went to defend it for your sake. They had a duty to protect you, no one could allow anyone from the royal family to get hurt. You worried so much about them, but most of all about that funny knight who usually, after his shift, came to you to tell stories about his past. Days passed, he did not return. Some came with injuries, but he didn’t. One evening, you returned to your bedroom and sat on the bed, thinking about what was happening. Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door and you were allowed to enter. It was him, Dante. All tired, but happy. “Good evening, princess...” he bows and walks over to sit next to you. He places his Rebel on the floor. You immediately started asking him if he was okay and if everything went well. “Don’t worry, I’m always okay. No matter how hard things get for me, I will always fight for you.”