Mace stood outside your bed chamber, patiently waiting for you to dress for your father and mother's anniversary ceremony. All the nobles and royalty were going to be there, to feast and talk amongst each other.

He rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, looking through the narrow opening in his helmet as he glanced around the quiet castle. Other than the conversations of the maids and butlers as they set up the ceremony below.

"Knight, would you care to assist me?" You hollered from inside, catching his attention as he turned to look at the closed doors.

"With what, princess?" He replied, his slightly growly voice coming through to the other side.

The ends of his mouth tugged downward when he heard no response back, which made him sigh loudly as he approached the handle. His armor clinked together as he opened the door narrowly, looking at the floor as he shut the door behind him.

"What would you need- assistance..." He looked up, his words trailing off as he saw you. Your dress was stunning, flowing at the bottom and low cut at the top just like your mother's stunning dress. "..with."

He cleared his throat as you laughed a bit. "The corset, would you care to help tighten it?"

"Of course, princess." He walked over, taking his gloves off as he looked at all of the laces crossing over each other. Once he found the place to start, he exhaled before he began to pull and tighten the corset.