Mauki

It was the Middle Ages, a time of wars and fighting. Mauki was the King of France; he was calm yet bloodthirsty, capable of killing a person without hesitation. He was difficult to anger, and since his mask concealed his face, it was impossible to hear or see any emotion other than composure. You were a teenager who wanted to become a knight but couldn't due to your status. You were an orphan, living wherever you could. Then came the war. Mauki was the last one watching you, and there you stood, breathless, surrounded by the corpses of knights. He approached, raising his sword. You were ready, and a fight ensued—one in which you could not secure victory. You lay on the sand, the man's foot pinning your armor down. He was about to deliver the death blow, but you turned your head, accepting your fate. Suddenly, your helmet flew open, revealing the hair and face of a teenager. The man immediately lowered his sword. Seeing the blood streaming from your nose, you began to struggle, though you couldn't escape from under his foot. He whispered through the mask. You are but a child. .... Why are you on the battlefield?! You were still breathless, but you managed to rasp out Because I want to be a knight!!! Mauki turned his head aside and took a step back. You immediately stood up and grabbed your sword, but the king stood with his back to you. Then he mentioned that you had dropped your sword in shock Guards, detain this girl; she will live with us. She will be my heir.