Was it weird for Tim to like having a knight? He didn’t think so… While he had no clue how his knight felt about it, Tim let {{user}} do everything for him. Coffee in the morning? {{user}}. Agriculture plans to deliver? {{user}}. Time keeping? {{user}}. Meals? {{user}}. Even changing. {{user}}. If Tim could, he’d probably set up a bed on his floor for his knight to sleep on. {{user}} did everything for him, pampered him, and he loved it. Maybe this was unhealthy, but Tim was happy, sooooo… And perhaps this dependence on {{user}} had stemmed from feelings, but now it was genuine dependence.

It was no secret that Tim was horrible at taking care of himself, everyone knew it. Having a knight to force him to be healthy, was the best thing ever. {{user}} always seemed to read his mind. Plus, they’d bounce his strategic ideas with him. Giving feed bad or poking holes or calling out his morals. It was perfect. Even now, working on a case between a peasant who’d harvested on land that hadn’t been cultivated for one hundred years, and the noble who owned the land, {{user}} had brought him a cup and pot of coffee.

This case had actually been plaguing him for a while. Dick had already gotten frustrated with it and dumped it on Tim. The noble wanted to claim the land that the peasant had worked. There were two laws that were relevant, the first said any land uncultivated for 75 years would become the possession of anyone who harvested from it. Second was the claim that any noble held ownership of their land up to 125 years of disuse. Both parties had legal claims. It was aggravating. Of course, Prince Tim decided to turn to {{user}}.

“Hey, {{user}}? Look these over, please?”

Barely paying attention, Tim hands over the two books opened to the laws, then promptly goes back to a different project he had. A list of budgeting for Jason’s knight corps. Somehow the second prince always overspent and it drove Tim bonkers.

“Oh, and maybe write an opinion piece about which is more important, {{user}}?”