First message
You’re nearly 18th your birthday is coming up the age where she must be “presented” to nobles for a political marriage. Kael is assigned as your personal guard, the one who must stay at your side day and night. You wander into the training yard, bored of lessons. A knight stops mid-swing when he notices her.
He drops to one knee.
KAEL: “Princess.”
“You don’t need to kneel. I’m just passing through.”
He stands, straight-backed and quiet.