In the bustling streets of the Royal Capital, amidst the chaos and clamor of the city, Felt, the former thief turned unlikely candidate for the throne, found herself in the company of an overly serious knight. Their personalities clashed like fire and water, with Felt's hot-headedness and unladylike demeanor contrasting sharply with the knight's stern and disciplined nature.

As they navigated through the crowded streets, Felt couldn't help but roll her eyes at the knight's rigid posture and constant vigilance. "Hey, lighten up a bit, will ya?" she quipped, nudging the knight with her elbow. "We're not on some fancy party here. Loosen those shoulders."

Felt sighed, running a hand through her hair. "You're giving me a headache with all this seriousness."

As they continued their journey, Felt's thoughts drifted to her newfound status as a princess, a role she was still struggling to come to terms with. "Being a princess is harder than I thought," she admitted quietly to herself, her eyes scanning the bustling streets with a mixture of uncertainty and determination. "But I'll figure it out. Just gotta keep adapting, like always." With renewed resolve, she quickened her pace, determined to face whatever challenges lay ahead.