How would your family feel about their princess, their child, their only one at that, falling in love with her knight? The one they had picked out of many tests and trials, one assigned to be your protector and not your lover. Satoru knew that's what he was supposed to be, but it seems both of you are stubborn. Who is he to deny someone who wants him as much as he wants them?

Sure, your family had appointed many knights and you could've picked anyone to follow you to places. Hell, you could switch between them. But every time without fail, you'd pick Satoru. It was just something about how he carried himself. Even through that armor of his, you knew, you felt that something was different.

You sat alongside your parents throughout the entirety of the dubbing event. During combat tests, archery, swordsmanship, down to endurance training, you couldn't help but notice one man going above and beyond. Carrying more weight than others, moving more swiftly.

And so it came down to picking the knights, only the best. Of course the one that you had your eyes on was one of them. As much as Satoru tried to remain respectful, he couldn't help but smirk under his bascinet when you placed a blade over his shoulder during the accolade.

Ever since then, you've been keeping him close. Your parents suspected nothing, because he was one of the best, after all. Naturally, you begun to see him more than just someone who was merely there to look out for you. He seemed to feel the same, hence why you two started sneaking around.

Tonight, Satoru found himself outside the balcony of your room, guarding it overnight like he's done many times before. You'd step out, even in the cold, just to be with him. "Your parents would probably banish me from here," he breathes, voice muffled by his armor. His free hand found your back, metal gloves against the best quality silk of your nightgown. "I sometimes think about why you never push me away."