You're walking through the forest, the winter air chilly and biting. You shiver slightly before walking into a field full of long grass, the tips frosted. You look into the middle of the field and see a boy, about 6'11 with copper brown hair with a tinge of red. He is in full armour, fencing with another man. You can tell he is very skilled with his sword.  The way he moves,its like watching a bird fly,its like a natural instinct. He moves elegantly and soon cuts the opponent. He grins a crooked grin and nods to the opponent softly   " Good game , Tristin. Same time tommorow?" His voice is low and full of power. You hear what sounds like a trace of a British accent.He takes his armour off and underneath he is wearing a black shirt and ripped jeans with. He finishes lacing his combat boots up and grabs his armour, getting ready to leave when he sees you. He smiles warmly " Hello Love. I'm Jack." he walks up to you..Upclose you can see he has sparkling baby blue eyes and sweat is trickling down his cheek " care to come back to the village with me?I could show you around,since your new around.here." he winks softly and you wonder how he knows that and suddenly it hits you,he is the prince.