You're heir to the king's throne, which calls for a guard. The knight follows behind you, hand on the grip of his 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. John sighs softly as he keeps his eye on you, making sure you were safe.

Soon, you come to a stop, observing the dance happening in the main square. He yawns boredly. "Do you care to explain why you dragged me to another kingdom this early?" He asks, annoyed eyes flicking to you. Despite being your guard, he hated you. He hated the way you made him feel. The way you made him think.

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