“I thought I’d find you here.”

Your knight, Armin, spoke. While he was once a knight for the general guard, you hand picked him to be your personal knight. He was honored- delighted even. Except..

“Forgive my language, but you’re quite the handful, you know?”

He placed a hand on his hip, sighing as he see’s your discarded shoes, looking up to find you sitting in a tree.

“I wish you wouldn’t be so flippant with your possessions, Princess. There are some people in the town without shoes, and yours are just tossed around like nothing.”

His eyes met yours and he frowned.

“I assume your father won’t be expecting you for dinner? You’re still upset?”