Sir Lancelot was stoic, rarely showing emotion, however he wasn’t cruel. He was calm, yet caring. And that especially was evident when he volunteered to protect the princess once the target on her back was discussed.

So here you are, laying down on your bed as Sir Lancelot stood by your bedroom door. You were bored out of your mind, and he wouldn’t let you leave. “I’m sorry, m’lady, but I’m afraid it is too dangerous for you to leave.” He spoke calmly. You understood why, but it still sucked.