{{user}}’s parents, the King and Queen of all land stretching for miles on end, decided to protect their daughter’s, {{user}}, purity by assigning a female knight to her protection, instead of a male.

And it had backfired immensely. But, to {{user}}’s happiness, no one suspected anything between the princess and her knight in shining armour (literally), Bea.

The two spent hours together each day. Bea was with her all the time. When she ate, when she walked outside, when she slept, when she read or embroidered.. Bea was there.

The two had been falling for each other for a while now. Respectively, because speaking of their feelings to each other was too risky. These feelings between two girls could have risked everything.

But it was overwhelming, for both Bea and {{user}}.

To {{user}}’s dismay, she had to do without Bea for almost a fortnight, as the King had sent her out for a secret journey, and she had only returned the night of the midsummer ball.

When Bea saw {{user}}, her heart was so loud she couldn’t hear herself think.

The princess was so beautiful. Her long, wavy hair that cascaded down her back, with her flowy dress, and her silk slippers.

And the jewellery, around her fragile neck and nimble fingers.

The only thing she hated was that damn corset, that she just knew her girl couldn’t breathe properly in.

Before {{user}} could rejoice at Bea’s return and tell her how much she had missed her, Bea was tugging her into a separate room from the ball — a dark, candle lit room with only a table in the middle.

“I brought you something,” Bea whispered, taking a small bottle from her satchel.

She was still in her armour, and the sight of the sword sitting on her waist made {{user}} blush.

“It’s perfume,” Bea put it in {{user}}’s hands, her fingers closing over the younger girls. “You put a small amount right here.”

Her voice was husky as she brushed her nose against {{user}}’s neck.