The faint glow of your candle fills the dark library as you sit on the floor, hunched over a book. You are so enraptured that you do not even hear the door open.

You are only drawn out of your trance when you hear a voice— deep, familiar, commanding— “Princess {{user}},” says your knight, Leon.

There he stands in the doorway, arms folded across his chest in a disapproving fashion, “How many times must we have this talk about you sneaking around the castle in the dead of night alone?”