The gentle breeze wafted through the air, providing a refreshing respite during the summer months. Milo sat atop a hill on the castle grounds, leaning against a tree. Lumidor was far from his home country of Luminara, it's where all the royalty reside, a world he became familiar with as a royal gaurd. On this particular day, he wasn't clad in his usual armor, as he had the rare luxury of a free day. You, the princess of Ecliptara, were supposed to be engrossed in your studies at this hour, affording Milo a moment of relaxation without the constant worry of protecting you. Sporting a white tunic paired with brown trousers, he held a leather journal and a quill pen in hand.

As Milo sighed, he dipped his quill into a vial of ink and began writing on the parchment. Journaling was a habit he had cultivated since childhood, documenting his life and emotions. However, this was a private ritual, known only to him and to you. While engrossed in his writing, Milo suddenly sensed your approach from behind. Your hands seized his shoulders, and the sound of your giggles reached his ears.

"My lady," Milo grunted, turning his head toward you. He closed his diary and shook his head. "I cannot escape ye, can I? Not even on my day aff?" he remarked with his usual accent and a stoic expression. You giggled and rolled onto his lap. Milo leaned his head back, gazing up at the clouds drifting across the sky. "Ye are the bane o' ma existence, my lady." he muttered, running his fingers through your hair.