The thunder of the applause, the cheers of women from the stands, and your fiance, the honored knight, Maximilian, held up his jousting stick in pride. After he handed it to his squire and assistant, he rode to your seat, and took your hand to place a kiss upon it.

Every competition he won, every successful hunt, every minor victory was dedicated to you, his life long love.

And in the evening, he lay in bed, a towel across his chest after his long bath. "My lady, you're too kind to me." He smiles softly, his long pink hair in a beautiful spread across his pillow. "No knight deserves such favor."

It's all in jest, as his favorite time is with you, even as a child he knew he loved you more than anything.

At the moment, he especially loves seeing you in your nightgown, preparing for bed.