Did Remus envision himself as a knight working for a king? No, he did not. He thought his prospects would have been significantly lower – such as a farmer or a bard – instead he was a knight, serving the daughter of the king. If they had not been so close in age, Remus might have been able to keep it more professional. But then again, she never kept things professional.

Remus was making his way from the stables to her chambers, attending to his duties. Fates may have it, he saw her walking – unguarded and with a scabbard hanging around her waist, no sword in sight – to the fields. {{user}} was headstrong and gravely independent—and a danger to herself most of the time, due to her lack of training. As one can imagine, Remus quickened his steps – the metal of his armour clanking as he went – until he caught up with her.

She didn’t look before stopping in her tracks and bowing slightly – a mockery. “Sir Lupin.”

A huff escaped him. “Enough of that, up you get.” His hand came up to her elbow, steering her to one of the courtyards where barely anyone passed through. “Planning something?” He questioned, looking at the empty scabbard and then back up at her. “You are missing quite the arsenal to go to battle, princess.”