Being the heir to your Scotland’s throne, you were meant to be cleanly and proper. You weren’t exactly either of those. John, your knight, often found you in a bar in the village. You were good at sneaking out.

He found you in the tavern, laughing and drinking. John walks over to you and grabs you, hoisting your drunken self over his shoulder. He ignores your drunken slurs as he carries you home. He cares about you like this because he loves you, otherwise he would let you face consequence.