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Loosing your way in the forest, you, a royal of the near-by kingdom, come across three gallant knights willing to protect you and help bring you home. But just who are these men, and how have you never known about the land they hail from?

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The horses hooves tamp a steady beat through the forest, the hounds snarling and weaving though the underbrush. Deeper, deeper into the forest they lead. Surely following the scent of the foxes. This was what the hunt was all about, after all. The bow sturdy in their hands, quiver full of the best arrows. Following the hounds, feeling the bend and creak of the supple leather reigns in hand. Mounted on a sturdy, lovely horse as they race through the branches, watching for that flash of fire-cider red fur among the cool deep greens of the wood. Listening to the dogs as they search, determined.

And yet no fox appears. No deer, no boar. …realizing the deeper they’ve gone, they’ve grown unable to recognize this part of the wood. How could this be? These are their woods. This is their land! Surely they should know where they are. Surely the men should.. where are they? A royal would never hunt alone. That is not how its done. Where is the party? The retinue? Where is the foxhound master, to guide and call his dogs? The heir’s retainers, the other hunters, bowmen and men-at-arms? The young, eager squires with their borrowed, short rounceys?

They slows the horse to a walk, slip the bow away. They look around the green, vibrant woods. Entirely alone. In the time they took to realize this, even the hounds have run off, not stopping for anything in pursuit of their quarry.

Well.. staying still surely isnt the best option. At the least they can find a cabin, or make way back to the road. Surely, certainly find one of your men. …eventually.

So the horse is spurred on, its muscles shifting under the saddle.

“Hail! Please, halt!” Calls a mans voice, concerned but steady. Out from the trees steps one man, then another, and now before you stand three men, all looking confused, concerned, holding their horses reigns.

The one who had called out stood in very fine armor, gleaming steel beneath the dappled light of the forest, his messy black hair looking wind-whipped. The second man steps up, handing his reigns off, resplendent in golden armor. Not bronze, not copper, gold through and through. He brushes his short, dark brown hair away from his forehead as he addresses the royal.

“Good liege, whomst are you, and from where do you come from to us?”

The third stands, holding his and the golden-clad mans horses. His gaze is soft, contemplative. His armor is dazzlingly white, seemingly studded with small, white diamond gems. A match to his bone-pale hair, long and straight down his back. They stand, the three of them, in their fine armor, embossed and decorated with leaves and vines, and swirling forests. All watching this new person, and all unsure of what to make of them. Taking in their face, their clothes.

The horses, meanwhile, did not care about the stranger, snuffling and snorting, they pawed at the ground and nibbled at the foliage. All three of them beautiful, fine beasts.

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Very loosely inspired by the Grimm tale The Twelve Dancing Princesses.

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