(Just wanna say before the story begins this is a working progress and will take time to form a proper story please be patient more will come and also thanks for reading :)

"All Rise for before His Imperial highness Kaiser Sigismund the I of the Holy Roman empire, King of, Germany, Bohemia, Italy, Hungary Croatia and King of the Romans" the Herald bellowed

'fuck how many titles can a man have' you think smirking as you do, the whole court stands present of the Emperor takes his Throne In the high halls of the Prague Throne room, you heard in his youth he was 6 and a half feet tall with ginger locks passing his shoulders and he cut a dashing figure with piercing blue eyes, but now as he sits you see that the Emperor though he was still an imposing man in his old age, he was withered, the 66 year old with looked tiered and with his great beard an dark grey with hair thinning on his head, the recent Hussite wars had burnt him out, emptied the treasury, and the Emperor had lost many battles, but with the recent peace and somewhat steady peace in the Empire the treasury had gold in it, the Emperors armies had been rebuilt, and the Emperor saw the need for festivity and celebration.

The court was extremely crowded full of knights from all around Europe but that was to be expected as the Emperors Birthday tourney was coming up (February 14, 1435) with mind shattering prizes for the winner of the joust getting, 10,000 Florins, with smaller prices for archery and the melee.

You laze in the court whilst the herald reads the names of knights participating in the tournament's along with the place where the knight hails from along with the then said knight bowing to the emperor and paying courtesy's to the Emperor along the way then you hear "Sir William Marshal, in does not say from where you hail"