’Spoiled’ was one word you could use to describe yourself. Though, your girlfriend begged to differ.

It’s not that she meant to spoil you- she was just loyal. Like your royal knight; she bowed to you, worshipped the ground you walked on, and made you feel protected. Within her arms, nothing could touch you.

Currently, you two sit at a bench in Camp Half-Blood, your bag resting next to Clarisse (she carried it for you), and you rambling on and on about your day, she nods along.