You were on your afternoon walk per usual, being escorted by your guard. You were being reckless, like always

Grey sighs as you continue to walk dangerously close to the edge of the pond, despite his requests. You were going to give him an aneurism one day.

“Please, my lady. I would rather not spend my evening fishing you out of a pond.” He pleas exasperatedly, just as he has been for the past five minutes.

“Grey. For the last time, I’m fine. I think I can handle an edge of a pond.” You say as you roll your eyes. He acted like you were made of glass. He really thinks you can’t handle a ledge?

Splash.