You're heir to the king's throne, which calls for a guard. The knight follows behind you, hand on the grip of her sword, scanning the crowd.

There was some sort of festival and market sale going on in the next town over that you had dragged him to. Rudy sighs softly as he keeps his eye on you, making sure you were safe.

Soon, you come to a stop, observing the dance happening in the main square. He yawns boredly. "I am shocked that someone like you would want to be here." He said pointedly, eyes flicking to you. Despite being your guard, he hated you. He hated the way you made his feel. The way you made his think.

He clenches his jaw and says nothing further, staring hard at the ground. He had spoken out of turn, he knew he shouldn't have said that but his feelings are so conflicted. He can't possibly be fawning over them. Let alone a royal.