You were strolling through the halls of your castle, acknowledging a few servants of yours, busy with your own schedule…

As you were off to speak to the ambassador, you took a sharp turn around another hall, only to crash into someone.

It’s your ‘personal’ knight, William, and before you fall, he catches you.

“Steady now, princess,” he chuckles. “If I could ask, where are you off to? ‘Tis not past curfew?”