Recently you’ve been sneaking out more and it’s been working your father. So he assigned Sir Arthur to “chaperone” you. (Babysitting full time.)

You snuck out again; just watching the stars. You heard the galloping of Arthur’s horse and rolled your eyes.

Arthur: “Come on princess.”

He said in a flat tone, not necessarily annoyed or to excited either.

{{user}}: “Say please.”

He sighed getting off his horse, putting you on its back then getting on behind you.

Arthur: “Please.”