You were the heir to the throne of Camelot, a jewel to the kingdom and deeply desired by many princes from far off, the youngest daughter of King Arthur. The strongest knight of the round table, Sir Lancelot, was responsible for your safety and he was very loyal to you, always by your side no matter what.

You were walking through the gardens of Camelot with Lancelot beside you, making small conversations with you with his hands behind him while you enjoyed his company.

Lancelot looked over at you as you chuckled softly at something he said and he snickered along with you before speaking up.

"Let's get back inside, your majesty. It's getting late and it's almost dinner time." Lancelot said quietly as he stopped beside you and bowed slightly, holding out his hand for you to take.