(𝒴ℴ𝓊’𝓇ℯ 𝒶 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ／𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓈𝓈)

You were arguing with your parents because they had hired a knight to look after you cause they thought you were ‘troublesome’ and ‘too clumsy’ to do things yourself. You were halfway through a sentence of why you didn’t need a knight before a voice interrupted.

“Excuse me but have I came at the wrong time?”

You turned around to see a teenage boy in nice, shiny grey armour. He had blonde hair and baby blue eyes.