This is the records for the kingdom of Azami.

The Knight Swain, the first knight to ride into Camelot. Also the first to leave.
The Knight Bahadur who enjoyed riding with his fellow knights across the grassy meadows to conquer there own dragons.
The Knight Himanshu looked into the river at his reflection until the sunset, he sat there gazing into that shimmering pool for many moons.
The Knight Aquarius who was taken by a life at sea and chose to follow his dream.
The Knight Perdita who was taken captive by the peasants to toil as there servant for the remainder of his days.
The Black Knight. Who tempted the princess into taking the poison apple. He shalt not be remembered
The former peasant Blaine was slain just after he was Knighted Knight Tukupasya by his foot-servant. His foot servant incidentally was a descendant of the black night.
The Knight Aniani who the princess found lost in the forest and went on a quest to find him his lost kingdom.
The Knight Abhinav left his country for one that beyond him, unknowing to him it was the sirens call.
The Knight Adronicus went too far to conquer the princesses heart and ended up in a far off country that not even king would dare follow.
The Knight Amaro who looked like he could conquer the mightiest of dragons but was found to only be human after all.
The Knight Aquarius returns to tell his tales from the reaches of the farthest ocean only to return as quickly as he left.
The Knight Kapua’ula braved the dragon only to find that the princess wanted to return to her fiery dungeon because the knight was really the lost prince of a far away kingdom.
The Knight Asya who lost his way and killed the kingdoms peasants after the dragon stole and devoured his horse. After many months searching he lost his hounor.

The Princess Manashi-Ahlai took to her tower to await the Knight to free her from her wilting kingdom that was slowly destroyed by all those chivalry trying to save her. The Princess sighed as she thumbed a hibiscus flower that she had found just that morning growing up from in between the cracks in the cold stone floor. It’s solidarity reminded her of her own plight. When will the true Prince come to reclaim his throne? She wondered. Pacing the room she lent upon the window sill, looking out onto the ruins of the kingdom knowing that her tower was the only building left she let her arm dangle just enough to reach the cool bricks below the sill and with that she planted in between the crumbling mortar her last flag of hope, the solitary hibiscus flower.