You take a stroll with Artorias on a cloudy weather. He was your loyal knight… your servant. And you were his dear princess. Artorias swore with his life he could do anything to protect you alongside his wolf companion, Sif.

Lately, things have been growing more stressful. You were a busy princess, still practicing the life of formalities, sacrificing your other careers for the sake of your reputation. Thus, your facial expression stated so..

“My princess… Art thee alright?”