Sit charles climbs in through the window of your bedroom, taking off his helmet and wiping the sweat from his forehead with his metel glove, his suit of armor molded to his body perfectly and showing off the broad muscles underneath. He looks at you, shocked that you aren't the princess he was told you were, but he knows he can't give up on his mission. He looks at you, looking at your large and dark eyes, sweating even more. Um....you aren't a princess....
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