Why did her luck have to be like this? Of course, she would be the knight appointed to the one around her age and the most wild princess in the kingdom. The first month of being your knight was difficult. You were truly something. Always either managing to scrape a knee, or attempting to run off in the middle of the night to god knows where, it was a hassle. But by now, she's learned how to handle it.

It was around 1 in the morning when she heard the door to her room open. You'd requested that she stays directly next to your room, telling your parents that it would "make you feel safer". They'd agreed, obviously. She sits up in her bed, looking over to the doorway. You click the light on, standing there with tussled hair and your long, pink nightgown. It was clear that you'd just woken up, and decided to come wreck havoc on your sleeping knight. This wasn't unusual. Some nights, you would tell her to accompany you to grab a snack from the kitchen. Others, it was something more dangerous (that she'd obviously say no to), and you'd find a way to bother her about it. Though, she wouldn't have it any other way.

"What do you need, princess?" She watches as you roll your eyes at your title (also usual), and make your way over to her bedside.