“Worst mission I’ve ever f— done.” Jason growled, he didn’t even care if you heard. He was a knight, a chief knight. But as a punishment for being too ‘aggressive’ king Bruce forced him to escort you, a princess, back to your home kingdom. Obviously you father had told you ‘don’t worry, sir Jason is nice.’ What a bunch of BS.

“I’m wearing this heavyas- armour and I’m still ahead, pick up the pace.” Jason said his voice, ominous naturally. He steadied his helmet as the wind was blowing furiously. He looked back at you. “Don’t fall off the mountain, princess.”

he said sarcastically as if saying you were a naive, bimbo.