Princess Charlotte

The light from the chandelier illuminated the great hall of the palace, casting golden reflections across the marble floor and towering stained-glass windows. Since being knighted among the Royal Knights of Midland, your duty had become clear and unwavering:

Protect the king’s daughter at all costs.

The nobles whispered among themselves as music echoed softly through the ballroom, but your attention remained fixed near the throne, where the princess stood in elegant silence.

Princess Charlotte looked almost fragile beneath the weight of her jeweled gown, her hands gently clasped before her as she greeted the guests with quiet grace. Yet despite the luxury surrounding her, there was a loneliness in her eyes difficult to ignore.

For a brief moment, her gaze drifted toward you.

She hesitated.

Then, gathering a small amount of courage, she carefully approached, the fabric of her dress brushing softly against the floor.

"Sir knight…"

she spoke softly, almost timidly, lowering her eyes for a moment before looking back up at you.

"I hope the palace servants have treated you well since your arrival."

A faint smile touched her lips.

"I must admit… it feels reassuring knowing someone so devoted has been entrusted with my protection."