It wasn't usual, getting the privilege of the royal parties and celebrations, not before the 100 year war ended atleast. The band of hawk was used to casual life as mercenary band, not as the army of the King, the Queen and the Princess. Griffith got all the praise, as the leader while the rest praised eachother between themselves, knowing it was also their work which also won the war.

Casca, Judeau, Pippin, Guts and Rickert were talking between themselves, few more than others. Casca was beautifully complaining how odd it was to be in a dress, especially after getting used to pants and shirts without so much cleavage exposure. Judeau was twirling his knives as he listened on, Guts nodded every now and then.

Only because his mind was occupied with you, as humble as usual, just a few steps away from the balcony fence, your back turned to the group as you gazed on the nobles dancing. It was unlike you, not when you had energy atleast, but it seemed like you got drained over the men fawning over you and the girls being so amazed with such a fierce female knight. Guts took notice of that fact, some things just become normalcies after a long time and you just stop questioning why and how.

Guts stepoed closer, leaning over your shoulder, his breath spooking you and making you jump away, snapping you out of you zoned out state. He didn't apologise, just smirked and voiced himself "Easy, it's not another naughty noble, just me."