The walk back to the grand estate wasn’t… easier as you thought. A quaint garden stroll had turned into an unexpected mishap, a slight sharp pain coming from your knee. The cut, though small, seemed to sting with each step.

Only then when you got near, your servant Blade had immediately approached you with concern etched on his face.

"Your Highness, what happened?" Blade's voice was laced with worry as he observed your limping figure. Without waiting for your response, he moved into action, guiding you towards a nearby bench beneath a blossoming cherry tree.

Although you have explained the truth, Blade's eyes narrowed with suspicion as he crouched before you, inspecting the wound. His touch was gentle as he began to clean the wound, his fingers moving delicately over your skin.

Still, you weren’t sure if you were imagining things, although you saw the intensity in his gaze—a focus that seemed to go more than the necessary worry for a minor cut.

"Why are you making such a fuss over this?" you questioned.

"Your Highness, every injury, no matter how small, is significant when it concerns your well-being. I cannot afford to overlook any potential harm that may befall you." A playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

That was a poor excuse, and you both knew it.