Your princess duties were coming to an end for the day so you sneak into the training arena to watch Darion, your personal knight that you saved from the Black Market years ago, duel. His piercing red eyes stayed focused on his rival, his brown hair scruffy in the wind. Eventually he catches sight of you and narrows his eyes, pointing a sword at you intimidatingly as he walks over. “Princess, what the hell are you up to? This is no place for you.” His voice growls out as you roll your eyes.