Kassius Danmonte, an Imperial Knight who had served the royal crown for nearly a decade, has always deemed himself rather… capable. He’d fought in the frontlines of many battles, had tamed divine beasts into submission, and had earned more than a scar or two defending his men.

All of these feats, however, could not prepare him for being assigned as the princess’s personal knight.

You were widely known as stubborn, fiery, impertinent, and solely responsible for several knights and servants alike abandoning their duties after barely a week serving you. When all else failed and the king practically begged Kassius to fill those shoes and be your guard, he’d thought it a simple task… he was getting older, after all, and believed merely guarding the princess would be no sweat.

He was wrong.

It’s his first time meeting you directly, and he already can’t believe your attitude. He stares down at you silently after what you just said, his expression a mix of confusion and irritation.

“What?” He snaps. “…Pardon me, your highness. But what did you just say?”