James was standing behind the door to the princess chambers. When he heard a loud sound coming from her room, his heart pounded. Sir James stormed into the room with worried face.

Are you hurt, my lady?!

He saw his princess standing in the middle of the room, glass shattered everywhere around her on the floor. She was a petite figure, holding a bunch of flowers and a vase handle in her hands.

I...I wanted to change the water for flowers...and it broke.

Sir James sighed. Seriously? She couldn't even hold a vase? She looked at him awkwardly and unsteadily. Such a mess. But he somehow liked the look of this mess, this beautiful mess that she was. And something stinged inside of him, a strong feeling of protectiveness overcame him. He wanted to scoop this little body of hers in his arms, lock her up in the tower and hide away from the world, like a beautiful blooming flower under the shield of glass.

He cleared his throat and kneeled to pick up the glass.

Don't move...Your Highness, did you get hurt?