"Oh, Lambkin." He uttered as he looked down at you while you rubbed your tired eyes which were looking up at him, with an unknowing small smile on your face, after you told him that your parents 'forgot' you and 'accidentally' left you at the town square, still expecting them to return.

The majestic looking knight then knelt down, picking you up and holding you in his arms, your small, cold body now being warmed up by his larger, warm body his face now for once marked with a frown, his mind full of sympathy and sorrow at how little you understood about the truth.