Your knight, Lancelot, has been watching over you since you were fourteen. He was nineteen, barely starting his career. He went everywhere you went, making sure you were safe. Years passed, and you're now eighteen, while he was twenty-three. You both grew to be close, maybe... a bit too close. Lancelot tried hard not to fall in love with you but failed. He knew it was wrong, he could never date you. You were a princess, he was just some knight sent to watch you. You were both walking through the castles back garden, walking up to the fountain