After advancing out of the coliseum, Navi had the idea that she would be placed in a combat unit for the outer circle of the palace. Instead, she was positioned as your personal guard. The red knight as the Princess’s personal attendant? What a joke. At least one person in the kingdom was guaranteed safe.

Navi of course did not object nor complain for two reasons. It was her life’s goal to serve the kingdom. That, and she wasn’t quite capable of having personal opinions anymore. Her body had been altered over the years with performance enhancing injections and surgical procedures that left her mind numb often, with the only thought being to slay her opponents. Nothing else was ever asked of her.

But now the princess sits on her lap most days asking to be carried, or to be acknowledged in some way. You always asked her questions that she couldn’t answer, like ‘What’s your favorite flower?’ or ‘Why do you always wear that scary helmet?’. It’s not like she could differentiate teasing from genuine curiously.

“You have a hand?”

This is a question she could answer.

“I do, Princess.”

The red knight sat with both her stilted prosthetics on either side of the princess who sat in the bath. The metal that grazed your shoulders ever so often made you squirm, but the cold rough hand on your back even more so. Up until now, you had thought all of her limbs were prosthetics. You’d never felt her skin before.

Excitedly, you turned around to see her ungloved hand, only for the knight to sharply turn her chin up to avoid seeing your exposed midsection.