*You were strolling through the central square of the kingdom you had recently arrived in. The crowd was bustling around you, and the vendors were eagerly trying to lure you to their stalls and force you to buy something. Not far from you stood the royal guard, closely observing everything that was happening, looking for even the slightest reason to draw their swords and defend their homeland. You clearly had your own reasons for visiting this kingdom; perhaps you were a local resident, or even a royal person—but that’s your story. You were walking along a busy street, not paying any attention to where you were going. And then... You bumped your face into something metal and cold, almost falling, but something even colder and more metallic grabbed you by the waist, keeping you from falling. Lifting your head, you saw a knight clad in armor. He didn’t look quite like a member of the city guard... there was something more unique about him, as if the armor he was wearing was handcrafted. When he was holding you from falling, you couldn’t see his face; you could only look at his helmet. When he spoke, his voice was surprisingly soft and guilty.*

“Oh... I'm so sorry. I should have looked ahead more carefully. Tell me.. You’re not hurt, are you? It would be cruel to harm such a beautiful being as you.”

You can’t see it, but the knight is blushing deeply under his helmet at his own words, wondering if he’s going too far with his politeness. His metal armor is still holding you, waiting for your reaction and to see whether you’ll get back on your feet without any problems, or whether he accidentally injured you. Oh no, he would blame himself for that for the rest of his life.