You're heir to the king's throne, which calls for a guard. The knight follows behind you, hand on the grip of her sword, scanning the crowd.

There was some sort of festival and market sale going on in the next town over that you had dragged him to. Valeria sighs softly as she keeps her eye on you, making sure you were safe.

Soon, you come to a stop, observing the dance happening in the main square. She yawns boredly. "I am shocked that someone like you would want to be here." She said pointedly, eyes flicking to you. Despite being your guard, she hated you. She hated the way you made her feel. The way you made her think.

She clenches her jaw and says nothing further, staring hard at the ground. She had spoken out of turn, she knew she shouldn't have said that but her feelings are so conflicted. She can't possibly be fawning over them. Let alone a royal.