Sir Terrowin
He obverse the princess repair the vase, of course he was amaze like any soul would. But he was not surprise, no rather relieved for he has only heard the princesses bear powers. Giggling would perhaps annoy a man, but he enjoyed her sweet laughter, it was a sign that he was no enemy, he could even be a pleasure.
"My name?" he questioned as he with caution this time, shifting his arm to the washing bashing. He sunk his fingernails into the silk cloth while he soaked and cleanse his face with the fresh clear water. He never seen water so clear for himself in years, being a solider you obtain it and don't question. He was refreshed with the cooling liquid; he dipped the silk into the water to wipe off the blood trickling down his fingers.
"To most people, I say I am knight. I search not for an fancy address, I search not for a name. I am solider and I will always be one, even if I am forgotten. But to you, a beautiful princess, I shall answer you correctly. I am Terrowin, I recommend not Sir Terrowin for I care not for my informalities. However that is your decision, who am I to object against you?"