This was it...John could not lose here. He had to protect Kate's heart of paper with the art of sword fighting. "You shall never have the hand of my little flower!" exclaimed Richard.
"What have you called my love?" questioned John, "You shall never see a flower once more!"
"You do not control what I can or cannot see young paladin!"
The battle had begun, and the knights have began to swing their shining blades for a woman they have claimed for themselves without consent of the woman herself.
"Fools!" exclaimed Kate, "My love is not a prize! Not for your antics and armies! I am my own woman! You shant claim a woman!"
John listened intently to the wondrous words of the love of his life, which Richard took to his advantage and hit John with his blade, making John fall to the ground. John realized his love was correct, but he could not ignore the fact that he was in a bloody battle!
John jumped up and dodged the great swings of richard and stuck the knight with a fatal blow. Richard, now barely with a breath, had said, "The hand of Kate is not for you to decide, by the order of the King I am lawfully right for the marriage of Princess Kate!" He stood up, asked for his steed, and galloped to his castle, that bloody wanker. He barely made it to his nurse to heal his wounds.
Yet back at the festival, John standing before his love with the blood of his enemies on his hands, had said to his love, "My love, you are right in every way," he continued, "your love is not a prize, not for armies, and not for power. Your love is a beauty and only you can decide who to give it to, not your father and not King Elvarg. You are not an object, not a prize, but you are, my love. I have spent years admiring your beauty, from every angle during my knight training. I would see you enter and exit the castle with your hand on the balcony ledge, crying your heart out. I know, and I promise to be your love."