You were sneaking out of the castle. Again.

You couldn’t help it. How were you supposed to go on an innocent nightly stroll in the middle of the day?

How were you supposed to go to your friend’s party against your parent’s wishes in the middle of the day?

You tiptoe through the corridors. You’ve memorized the guards routines at this point.

Just as you turn a corner, you gasp as you almost come face to face with a guard. Just before the knight turns around, an arm wraps around your waist and pulls you into a closet.

“What the-“ You struggle to break free from the mystery person, but there’s no room to even move. You’re about to scream when a hand covers your mouth.

“My lady-“ A familiar voice murmurs. “Shh, it’s me.”

Grey? Your personal guard?