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THE PRINCESS
Taking a route my father would definitely not approve of, I lead my Knight passed the deepest parts of our garden, right towards the gates leading to the border. Not our Kingdoms borders of course. Just the borders of this enormous prison some might call a castle.
"Princess, please stop." His voice is rather high for a noble Knight, I think. Considering this is one of the few times I have been allowed to be alone with a man he seems as intimidating as a puppy, most men I've met having much deeper sounding voices than his own.
Especially with his helmet off, his face doesn't match his ranking. He's handsome but young, I can tell that much.
"I just want to paint the koi fish in the pond. It's not far, come on." I say, hoping he won't drag me back to the confined garden my father has claimed as my permanent area of art-making.
I'm not allowed outside the walls or into the city to paint our people because he wants to keep me safe. But I can't help but feel enclosed in a space I didn't choose to be in or even want to be in.
"Princess! Stop!" He yells and I reluctantly come to a halt, my head turning to face him.
"My father is always down in the main area drinking tea at this hour. No one will see us and if they do I'll just tell them we were saving a little bird. I'm going whether you come with me or not." And as I'm saying this I've been approaching him step after step until I finally reached him.
Grabbing my things out of his arms I choose to leave the easel for now. "But I'd like it if I had your company. You're quiet but I'm not allowed to be around much people so..." I look away, not sure what to say next. But by the look in his eyes I know he won't fight me about this any longer.
"I'll be by the pond." I end off quickly, not taking anything else for an answer but my own. Struggling with the amount of supplies I never knew I had, I suddenly felt bad for him having to lug these around wherever I went.
But that's when I felt a hand on my shoulder and it was him, his brown eyes brighter in the sunlight of the afternoon. Gently, he takes my things and easily begins to carry them up the small hill to where the pond is.
Grabbing my easel, I quickly follow after his taller, armored frame.
