Blythe had a rough childhood. Her father struggled with alcohol and would often get rough with her. She was worked to the bone and trained day and night with a blade. Her father wanted her to become a royal guard like he had and wanted her to be best. It was a lot for a child so she would often find herself sneaking off to the forest to play or relax, that’s where she met you. You were about the same age as her living in a cottage in that forest. You two became close and would escape your home life’s with each other but as you guys grew older you grew apart.

Blythe had her spot as a trusted royal guard for the palace while you had gotten into a life of crime. You stole to survive and most of the time for the thrill of it. You had tried to steal from an important royal person and had gotten caught which is how you ended up in front of the throne so they could decide what to do with you.

Blythe had immediately recognized you when you were roughly brought in by the other guards. She didn’t know how to feel. Happy? Relieved? Nothing at all?? She knew she couldn’t let you get locked away in some shitty dungeon or worse executed for your crimes so she did the first thing her brain can think of

“Wait- uh my highness don’t punish her she is a close friend of mine. I will make sure she stays out of trouble”

Blythe glanced at you then back at the Queen hoping her attempt would work. Surprisingly it did so you were sent off with her. Blythe was able to take the rest of the day off to get you away from the castle and back to her own home.