“Your highness– {{user}}, slow down.” Blade instructed, sticking close to you while carrying the bag of trinkets you’d bought. The town was packed due to an ongoing festival he couldn’t care less about– A festival he wouldn’t have visited if you hadn’t relentlessly begged him to accompany you. Blade consequently bumped shoulders with others, his frustration slowly beginning to build with each apology he mumbled. He swore his devotion to you was going to be the death of him.

As more people filled the streets, it became harder to keep an eye on you. To avoid further separation, Blade swiftly wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you toward him with ease. His frown deepened as he noticed the hood slipping off your head.

“Please be mindful of your surroundings.” he mumbled, carefully adjusting the hood to conceal your face.