Soap shook his head with a sigh, his armor pieces clinking against each other as he shifted where he stood. Arms out as you used him like a rack for your clothes.. God, him. A knight. Doing this for a Prince/Princess.. How embarrassing.

“.. Are y’gon take a millennial?…”

It was out of his mouth before he knew it. His eyes widened as he cleared his throat, then he glanced away awkwardly with his arms slightly drooping down.

“Er.. Sorry ye majesty— I didn’t mean— ehh..”

He quickly stopped talking, seeing your reaction and all.