Chivalry Isn't Dead | A Clawtie Fanfiction

• Change is Good •

It's been a few weeks of Sweetie continuously trying to get dressed and head out to see the banished pup, and everytime, Chase would always be there to ask for her next excuse before following her. Because of it, she had to roam around town or do whatever reason she told the shepherd in order to hide the truth.

"Where are you going this time?" Chase observed the small bag on Sweetie's chest, the strap clinging around her shoulder.

"Chase, stop following me. I'm just going to get some flowers for the princess when she returns from her meeting."

Sweetie's bangs were absent, instead tied into a braided crown which exposed her eyes. She had the soulful image of a girl in gym class after doing her hair up; every guy is going to get caught in her web of unconscious attraction (despite the lack of the popular bun or ponytail tie).

It was normal for Sweetie to style her hair like that but, to Chase, it was unusual.

"You can go pick those flowers while I watch from a distance then."

Sweetie groaned. Another day she couldn't contact Claw. They were able to talk through the use of letters though. Once, when Sweetie was going through Barkingburg's forest just outside the kingdom, she picked up a letter, which had an immediate warning: "Don't let him see this."

Returning to her room to sleep that day, Sweetie took the letter out from her shoulder bag and read the contents. It was Claw with his horrid handwriting, stating how he saw the new royal knight, meaning he had to stay away. Sweetie left her own letters at the same place she got Claw's, trading with him every few days to catch up on his situation, meaning to ask the important question of whether he really wrecked havoc around the areas of Barkingburg, but she decided to leave that to when they met personally. That is, if Sweetie could pry off her second tail.

As Sweetie plucked the flowers from the variety in their garden outside, her mind drifted to a responsibility her owner had been telling her. She never wanted to think about it, but truthfully, everyone needed their own king someday. However, the princes from kingdoms afar weren't interesting, and oftentimes, they were just power hungry or greedy. Sweetie didn't even need to send them off, for The Princess of Barkingburg knew they weren't fit for her. At least she wasn't a mother who would force everyone upon her daughter.

Suddenly, Sweetie jumped back, spooked from a touch on the top of her head, quickly seeing Chase in front of her.

"Calm down, it's just me. You seem to be far from earth just now."

Sweetie huffed. "You said you were going to watch from a distance."

Turning his head behind him for a second, Chase replied, "It's boring doing nothing. Thought I could help you pick the most beautiful ones."

"I don't need your help. My eyes are keen."

Sweetie observed the small smile Chase grew, as if he didn't hear her. His head was slightly tilted to the side while his eyelids went soft. He looked goofy.

"What're you looking at? Get out of here!"

Sighing, the shepherd did as he was told, leaving the area to go back to the tree's shade where he rested to act as a guardian.

"Unbelievable." Sweetie shook her head, raising a paw up her braid, just above her left ear, to hold herself from getting frustrated. Though upon doing so, she froze. She felt something soft and satisfying in texture, slowly lowering it to her front.

The petals on the flower bounced gently with the wind. The purple blossoms showed true excellence in blooming beauty, mesmerizing the pup, who grew warmness around her cheeks.