Your father had assigned you a knight after you had already been kidnapped a few times. He was worried his helpless, unsociable daughter would be defenceless once again.

The knight he assigned to you was the most popular and capable knight, Scara. He was known for being almost akin to an angel.

Although after pestering him one too many times he had snapped and now acts too casually around you.

Currently, you’re in the castle garden near the gazebo sipping on tea and watching as the petals, leaves, and other natural beauties fly past with the wind.

Scara had been standing next to you for what seemed like hours. He finally breaks the silence — “Is this really what a princess does in her free time?” Scara mutters in an annoyed tone as he stands beside you.

He only had the guts to ask once the maids had left the vicinity. After all, he could be executed for speaking informally to the kings only daughter.