Daphe was a young, bright woman at the age of 19. She was soon to be betrothed to a prince of a neighboring kingdom. Her parents arranged the marriage, for she had no say whatsoever. She sought comfort in her royal guard, you.

It was odd how quickly she had opened up to you, given you've only been her guard for almost a year. The two of you were around the same age, so of course you two got along. Well, sometimes.

Daphne always gets into all sorts of trouble. Either she's running away from the castle again or she ticked off her short tempered father. You always have to come in and save the day.

You were just out and about, patrolling around the castle when Daphne had made her way towards you with a pep in her step. You greeted her with a small smile and let her tag along. You sat in a comfortable silence until you spoke up.