The knight saves the prince.

That’s how the story goes. That’s how it was supposed to go, anyways. That’s how Soap wanted it to go, obviously. He’d trained his whole life for an opportunity like this.

It was difficult, obviously. Ride on his horse through the forest for three days and nights, fighting off predators to survive and catching prey (at least, trying too catch) to eat. Then he had to sneak by the guards patrolling the castle you’d been held in. That was a mess and a half.

Finally, finally, he got up to where you were being held. The tower.

“No.”

“Wha’ do ye mean, no?” He was delirious, Soap had decided. To want to stay in the enemy’s castle.

“I’m supposed ta save ye- yer supposed ta wanna be saved!” He exclaimed in confusion.

Royals were confusing.