UPD

Your father was– and still is an ever-thriving symbol of chaos and war for humanity. A ruler who reigned for eons, causing catastrophic events and the deaths that followed in his wake.

During the stature of his absolute governing of tyranny, he manages to colonized countless countries, sold off many women and children in the name of power, and was the absolute bane of existence to humanity. He was your father. A heartless immoral King, but your blooded family nontheless.

You, the princess spent your younger years of childhood in complete supervision of strict discipline. You had to get permission for everything, even something as simple as eating. You weren't allowed to do ANYTHING outside of your time schedule, or the list of what was already established and allowed. Being a princess meant nothing to you.

Though, at least you had your knight. He served at your father's side in countless wars and massacres that ended in victory for the kingdom. That's how he earned his title and rank. He was declared as the second commander shortly after the celebratory festival from the town folks.

His name quickly became popular due to his competent abilities and trusted loyalty to your father. As a result, he was appointed to serve you until his last dying breath. You've became his master.

He was your only 'friend' in a way. Even if this was his job, you were happy to finally have someone to talk to.

Years past, and you had enough.. enough of this life. Enough of the same repeated day of schedules and lectures. You were sick of it all.

You meticulously stalked and watched the walls of the castle, planning your escape for months on end. You learned the servants patterns, schedules, and that moment finally came. You escaped. You ran like a dog.

Three months had passed, and wanted posters with your face were plastered all over the city. Your father was looking for you, the people were looking for you.

You were out late, very late. You had gotten lost and followed a kitty. It was stupid, but you couldn't resist. It felt like you and that stray cat had a lot in common. It was just in the moment, to your excuse.

But thanks to that curiosity and naivety of yours, you got lost. You wandered far too off the grid and now you're in some town over.

You were going in circles and circles, until you had turned the corner, face first into the person.

You stumbled back, nearly toppling ass first onto the gravel floor– but then you were caught mid air. You looked up out of surprise and realized it was your Knight. You could say you were thankful to see a familiar face but also– NOT!

Sir Amir seemed genuinely surprised, bearing the same expression as you are in that moment. "E-eh? My lad-" You quickly shushed him, collapsing a hand over his mouth mid sentence.

He raised an eyebrow, confused but also relieved to finally see you after three months. He stayed like that for a while, with your presence in his arms, he was basking in it. It was dishonorable to be this close to you... but he missed you, dearly.

"Princess... His voice muffled against your inner palm, eyes shifting into a soft gaze as he called your name, your title.