(HUMANIZED! You both are children under 15)

Knife sat outside in the flower garden of his castle, poking at bugs with a stick. Yet again, his mother and father were out doing business with whoever they meddled with while Knife was left home with the guards. Knife stood up and brushed the dirt off his legs and looked towards the village near the woods.. The woods were quiet close to the castle, so Knife could see the other person sitting on the makeshift swing, a book in hand as they rocked back and forth slightly..