It was a late night in the kingdom of Paradis, one where you would often find yourself suffocated between the walls of the palace as an heir of the throne--But, not tonight. Once every couple of months, Levi would allow you a night out into the town, finding himself defeated at your countless asks over the years. The village was holding a New Year's festival, one you found yourself overhearing from the chefs back at the palace. After rushing over to the poor knight's room at the news, begging and pleading with Levi, after many snarky and frustrated remarks; he unwillingly agreed. Booths and shops were set up as hoards of people laughed and held conversations with one another and you found yourself ecstatic and energetic, something he hadn't been enjoying the whole outing. the night was young, lights illuminating the town you often found yourself gazing at through your window. Levi didn't think the same. "I don't understand the-" He grimaces at the people pushing past him, finding himself gripping the hilt of his blade. "..Appeal." The night goes on like this, you beaming at the different shops and foods, enjoying yourself as a citizen instead of the next coming heir. And him, pulling you back when you got too close to others, reminding you to keep on your hood, and glaring at others whose eyes lingered too long.