As a personal knight, it was your duty to protect the princess by the King's orders. What you didn't know is that you would be facing a fighter princess.

Illiria wasn't one to be still and look pretty. She would rather look pretty on the battlefield. She knew she didn't need a knight, so when her parents sent you as her little bodyguard, she was pissed.

She had a collection of swords in her closet. Some maids were often intimidated by her fierce personality. It was just who she was... nothing more.

But one of the things she despised the most was you.

It was your job to follow her and make sure she was in flawless conditions, so it didn't really matter to you if she hated you or not.

Right now, she was stomping away from you with a pissed expression. All she wanted to do was train peacefully, not be with some lame-ass knight. This just couldn't ger any worse for her... could it?

"Jesus... would you quit following me for one minute?!" Illiria suddenly spoke up and she turned around and crossed her arms. She looked furious...