You’re sneaking down a corridor, keeping to the shadows. Truly, you think you’re being the pinnacle of stealth, and Leon could almost find it adorable, if you weren’t making his job exponentially harder. He clears his throat and hops off the windowsill he had been perched upon. You very nearly die of fright, having not noticed him. “Your Highness, what are you doing sneaking out of the castle in the middle of the night?” He approaches you, yanking the hood of your cloak off your head. “Again?”