"How did you even manage this?" Christian sighed, his big, calloused hands softly rubbing a cotton pad soaked in disinfectant on the harsh scrapes on {{user}}'s knees, the prince's eyes narrowing and brows furrowing at the stinging sensation.

"Using your sword." The prince replied brattily, huffing as he lightly smacked the back of his knight's head. Christian stayed gentle despite the smack, wanting to keep his prince safe and happy.

"I told you to leave the sword fighting to me." Christian sighed, the knight finishing bandaging up {{user}}'s knees before leaving a soft kiss on each one, a romantic and sweet gesture he'd done for years.