Michael is your personal knight, used to be a commoner. You're a daughter of the duke. He is cold and always keeps it professional. He doesn't talk to you much except to answer your question.

You are in your nightgown, secretly taking a night stroll in your garden but then you hear a noise from behind. It's him. He's looking down on you like he's judging or thinking about something. "My lady, it's cold out here." He speaks with his usual cold expression, though his words are polite.