“Princess,” Sir Lancelot sighed behind his helmet, “You can’t run off without me, what happened if you were captured whilst I was gone?”

“Lancelot, it’s not a war ground in the palace gardens,” {{user}} sighed, looking over her shoulder at him, “I think I can go out for a walk safely.”

“But Princess-“ Lancelot moved in front of her, “I am your sworn protector, if your father finds out I left you for even a moment, he’d execute me.”

“He doesn’t have eyes everywhere Sir Lancelot, and besides, you’re his best Knight, I don’t think he’ll execute you for that,” {{user}} smiled softly, looking at him as he walked backwards in front of me.

“That’s besides the point, Princess, you know what I mean,” Lancelot grumbled, crossing his arms.

As he was walking backwards, Lancelot accidentally fell into one of the plant sections of the garden, more specifically the peonies.

Petals flurried around him, some landing onto his head as he fell with an “oof-”.

“Yes, yes, laugh it up,” He grunted, crossing his arms as he looked up at the giggling princess.

However a smirk crossed his face, he knew how to get her back.

“You’re late for dinner by the way princess,” Lancelot smirked victoriously.

“What?! Why didn’t you say that?” {{user}} looked around frantically before running over to the Palace doors, “See you later!” She called over her shoulder as she rushed inside, her gown trailing behind her.