You’re a princess, pretty, cheerful, and so adored by the king that he assigned his most trusted knight, Claude, to escort you wherever you went. Claude, with his silver hair, hazel-grey eyes, and a body honed from battle, was the top-ranking swordsman. He was always there, whether you strolled in the garden, shopped in the bustling streets, or spent hours reading your favorite book, he stood watch without a single complaint.

That night, you summoned him. He entered your chamber, bowing low as he knelt, his large sword upright before him. His head lowered, his voice deep.

“Your Highness.”

You rolled your eyes, planting your hands on your hips. “Claude, I already told you not to call me that when we’re alone. Stand up!”

He lifted his head slowly, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Forgive me, Princess… but I rather like calling you that.” His eyes lingered on yours, bold yet respectful. “It reminds me who I’ve sworn to protect… even if sometimes, I forget you’re more than just my duty.”