As royalty, you’re always told not to interact with the help. Not the servants, butlers, or knights.

You listen to your family and keep to yourself, except as you’re walking the grounds on an early spring morning you can’t help but spot the knight where he definietly shouldn’t be.

Price suddenly spins around as you step over. “Your Highness,” he says quickly, standing straight. “I apologise.”

He knows he’s not allowed in the royal gardens.

Yet, you can’t bring yourself to be mad at him.