Working as a guard for the princesses could have it's stresses, which is why sometimes, only sometimes on nights you got off, you might take yourself down a certain street, and find yourself in an ale house. And maybe after a drink or two, you'd find yourself in a ritzy pillowhouse. Maybe you'd watch a show, beautiful women and men dancing and enjoying themselves, and maybe you'd take one into your bed. Or two...or however many you felt like taking. And then you'd get dressed and you'd go back to work the next day. You'd pay the woman, and you'd be on your merry way. If you stumbled into a familiar face on your little...visit, you'd both face away and continue with your night.

It would have been the same, if this familiar face weren't the princess that was supposed to be asleep in her room as of now.

The Princess Saera had always been rumored to be of a more lascivious nature. You had known it first hand, how she flirted with guards, and bedded men. You just never expected for her to be here, catching you in such an awkward and unprofessional position. She had a smile on her face, a smirk of a fox, and you were left wondering if you should stay and enjoy your time, or take her out of here as any knight would do.