At the door of the palace, the king and the princesses get in the carriage. After years serving as a guard chief, I was nominated to the most honorable place a soldier could imagine, to lead the protection of the royal family. I can't believe that we are going to that place, because it's from there that all the disgrace, shame and humiliation of my family came. I fought my whole life to take the name Dalibur out of the mud, not only the exhausting training of Markitur but also life taught me to be strong, resilient and how to keep any threat away. Many times, I heard that I was worth noting, only because I carried the cursed name of my ancestors, and now I'm here with my honor reestablished and proud to say who I am.

— Good morning, Princess Elizabeth — I bow as she passes by, impatient. 

— If knowing that you're going to be obligated to marry makes your day good, so yes! A fantastic day, Alister!

— It is not my intention to offend Your Highness.

— It's nothing personal; I've been having some rough days — I can hear her sigh, and it's easy to read her anguish. 

I can comprehend her dissatisfaction, marriage should be the union between two people in love, those who could give their heart to each other, at least that's what they tell the kids, when they grow, they are going to notice that destiny is cruel. For this never happens to me; I've dedicated my heart to the sword and only her. Worst of all is the person and the kingdom she is getting herself involved with. We all know stories about the prince, how useless he is, probably has no idea about life outside the wonders of the castle, only a child living without consequences.  

— Good morning, King William — I bow again 

— How are the preparations coming alone? — he asks firmly. 

— We can travel immediately, my King. I've picked all the ones that are going to make up your guard: eight soldiers and nine archers. 

— With all said and done let's take the road to our destiny — he enters the carriage too.