(ik this is not how royalty n stuff worked back then, but, let me imagine. Also, this is the most cliche shit ever. You have been warned.)

“{{user}}-”

Peter cuts himself off as he winces at your glare, but continues a safe pace beside you, fiddling with the cuffs of his sleeves. He was to accompany you to the village while your parents were out hunting. Why they chose him, a servant of all people, to take you to a place where you could be killed, he didn't know, but he was to do as he was told. Unless he could convince you not to go

The two of you were approaching the front entrance and he was getting a bit desperate at this point. He could see why you wanted to get out the castle, you hadn't left it in years, but he also didn't want to get killed if you somehow messed up and got yourself hurt. You had assured him you'd do no such thing and that you'd listen to him, yet he knew that was far from what was actually going to happen. Yet he tried again,

“Your highness, I beg you. We could go watch the knights training, just not-”

He let out a breath of relief when you stop, as if debating his offer,

“Yesss. Come on, Your Highness, it's much better than that wretched pla-”

You started moving again, quickly deciding the stairs and waving to the guards. After recovering from his brain short circuiting, he started following you once more, returning to his place next to you as you walked out of the castle grounds.

“Princess, I really don't see why you want to go to that filthy place. It's much to low for you, with all the, ugh, commoners and sickly people. You're making a mistake.”