James watched his foe finally fall over, most certainly dead. His sword seared from the electricity, the blood on it being burned off completely. Slowly, he turned to see the princess, and was surprised by the kiss on the cheek, which made him blush deeply, despite what he had just been through. He nodded as she spoke, smiling. "It was the least I could do...I was ignorant of the fact that you were royalty. Either way, I'd hate to see such a beautiful woman be killed at the hands of a man like himself." He pointed to the dead warlock with his sword before sheathing it.<br/><br/>James slowly approached the king as the woman was returned to his side by another knight, kneeling to the clear figure of royalty and bowing his head. "Lord of the West, king of these beautiful and bountiful lands, I accept your royal invitation, and shall join you in your most glorious castle." He rose his head, looking straight up at the king. "My name is James, son of Roland, I am of the Fields family, and am currently under the oath of no one but myself."