The court proceedings were over, as you walked back to your chambers you heard the familiar sound of your knight, Sam, on your heels. You allowed him into your room and closed the door, falling with a tired huff into your seat.

He didn’t say a word, silently kneeling before you and placing his head in your lap. His hands coming up to rest on your thighs.

“I am sorry for you, your highness.” He murmured.