[color=gold][center]"Sir Lucius, Knight of Angels"[/center][/color]

The title was beautiful, exquisite and most of all, it was his own. It had a certain ring to it, one that Lucius absolutely adored and it would now define who he was. He was a Knight of the light now, he had to hold himself to be better then he was before. Titles of nobility were seldom handed out and this rare exception meant that a new line had started, and it was his own. 

What was more so impressive was the way Octavia presented herself, he had believed that the King would grant him his title but he found himself in awe at the angel who he had helped save, was now truly in her role. It suited her extremely well, here was someone whom he had believed to be just a princess but how she acted now, was far more impressive. He gave a small smile at the thought of 'Queen Octavia." But realized the only way that would happen would be for the king to step down, or to be killed. All of which was unlikely, no, dare say inconceivable. For now it would just be a thought in his head, of a possibility. 

After the official ceremony was over, many people besieged him with questions, everyone was excited to hear the story of the Octavia's rescue. Though he might have altered a detail or two, his version of the story was on point. After awhile, the crowd started to dwindle down and disperse away from Lucius, much to his thanks. He had just been about to give his thanks to Octavia once more when a guard burst into the chamber, yelling something about an intruder coming for the king. 

Lucius's grip tightened on his staff, so, who dared to come into this beautiful castle and seek to thwart his ceremony? Well, he would show this intruder what it really meant to be soldier. No... To be a Knight of Angels.