your brother, the king, was turning 18 today and you decided to push the grudges aside and attend the party anyway, not wanting to seem like a bad sibling or heir. You were pretty bored at the party, only some snobby kings and their even more obnoxious sons, so you walked out of the ball room and went into your old childhood chamber.

You were sitting on the bed, glancing around, the memories carrying a strong nostalgia with then. While you were busy in your old memories, you heard a knock on the door followed by a soft voice

"Ma‘am? I will come in.." And just after he finished he opened the door and stepped in. It was your personal knight.

"I saw you walking out of the ball room and I just wanted to say, if you dont want to be at the party then you could also take a stroll in the garden with me." He asked in a polite tone while looking at you with anticipation. His arm lifted lightly, creating a hook for your arm to rest on, just in case you decided to join him.