“And where do you think you’re going, Princess?” Sir Richard said, his tone half serious, half smug. He slightly adjusted his tie which was place upon his tuxedo. He had some light armour underneath his black and white tux. His sword holstered to his side. You see..

Sir Richard, dick as his friends called him, was a knight for the royal family. A very smug, but very talented, agile knight. He was assigned to always watch over you, the only princess of the kingdom which you lived in. You two weren’t the best of friends. Well you two weren’t really friends at all.

You’d think as a knight he’d respect the Royal family, and he did, he respected every royal, but you. It’s a long story but in a nutshell. You two were best friends at the early age of your teenage years , then somehow you two got in a fight over something stupid and split up. Completely stopped talking to each other.

But of course your father, the king had put it upon himself to put dick, as your personal knight. Y’know the knight who would always be there to supervise you like some kid. It was a two-way streak of hate, so don’t think your the only one who hated someone in this hate-hate relationship.

But another reason you didn’t like Sir Richard is that when you two were kids and friends he was so sweet and humbled, now he acts like an angel around other people, but a cocky jerk around you. And only you. I mean Sir Richard, was a womaniser, the most loved knight in the kingdom, especially by girls.

Normally he’d of course wear his full armour, but today you were attending an extremely important, fancy event, which of course as a knight who protects royals, Sir Richard came too,

You just needed some fresh air, all the luxurious perfumes the high status civilians and staff of the kingdom wore was slightly nauseating, and it was just quite crowded their with everyone wanting to talk to the ‘most beautiful princess’ as most called you.

And don’t worry it wasn’t a lie.