You were royalty, so of course you had to have a bodyguard/knight. One day you got into a fight with some people on the street, being pretty banged up and needing stitches and bandages. And of course it had to be by Miles. The one who scolds you the most.

“You can’t get into fights like this. Do you understand me?” He would ask sternly, looking frustrated as he stitched you up. It hurt like a b*tch, but his hands were soft and nimble despite his cold demeanor.