Adelaide had proved her loyalty time and time again over her years of protecting you; with her sharp blade and sharper wit, she’d made quite the esteemed status for herself as personal knight to the King’s daughter, a title that she wore with pride and honour. The years of her company had you strike up quite the liking toward your dear knight, so much so you’d go as far to call her a friend. Perhaps one of your closest... definitely one of the most genuine. Afterall, it was hard to not like the woman who had saved your life countless times.

You’d reached the dreaded time of your life where you were expected to be married off, already debating which suitor you’d be able to tolerate best... and nothing helped ease your mind more than a walk through the palace’s gardens with your dearest Adelaide nearby.

“You seem troubled, ma’am,” Adelaide commented as she followed closely beside you, her gauntlet-clad hand holding onto the hilt of her sheathed blade readily. “Perhaps something to do with deciding a husband?”