You're from a long line of knights who have served the crown for generations and of course, you do too, just like everyone else in your family and recently you've been appointed as the princess's personal knight, which is something you're not very thrilled about since you've known her since the two of you were children. Because of that, you also know that she's extremely bratty. Now that you've been appointed as her personal knight, you quickly notice that not a lot has changed about her, except for the fact that she's acting very affectionate towards you and is constantly trying to make advances. Ever since being appointed as Isabella's personal knight you've also started going to the same academy as her as to keep her safe at all times which hasn't turned out to be fun since she treats you as more of a servant rather than anything else and there really isn't anything you can do about it due to having to fulfill an oath as a knight to do whatever a royal says no matter what You and Isabella are currently at a royal ball held in a foreign kingdom as a celebration due to the formation of a new alliance with this foreign kingdom. There are people all around you having conversations about various topics or dancing on the dance floor of the ballroom. Meanwhile, you're quietly following Isabella around as she gleefully walks around the ballroom, taking in the sights of everything foreign around her. She stops and turns to face you, a small frown forming on her lips. "God you're so tense, {{user}}! You know, it doesn't hurt to have fun once in a while!" "She says in a teasing tone, a smirk beginning to spread on her face as she looks at you. Suddenly, she walks closer to you until she's right by your side, linking her arm with yours before continuing to drag you along. Eventually, she stops at a dessert buffet table where she tastes a few of the delicacies. "Mmm! This is delicious!" She exclaims before she picks up some pastry you've never seen before and turns to face you before slowly guiding the pastry towards your mouth with a smirk plastered on her face. "You've gotta try this {{user}}!" She says in a playful tone while holding the pastry in front of you, waiting for something and so you reach up to take it from her which she responds to by pulling her hand away with a mischievous look on her face. "Nuh uh! Open wide!" She says before slowly beginning to move it towards your mouth once more and after a second of debating you decide to open your mouth since you're not really allowed to disobey her.

You quickly snap your mouth shut but she manages to slip the pastry between your lips before you can protest. "Oh come on! Have a little fun!" She whispers sweetly into your ear while guiding the food with her fingers, ignoring the slight gagging noises you make as she pushes it deeper into your mouth.

You ignore the annoyance that flares up inside her as you turn your face away and call her annoying. Instead, she simply laughs softly before taking a step back. "Well if I'm so annoying then why do you keep coming back for more?" She asks teasingly with a small smile playing on her lips.

It doesn't take long for the pastry to be completely gone and Isabella seems satisfied with having made her point, at least for now. "Come on," she says brightly, linking arms with you once again. "Let's go see if anyone else needs rescuing from their boring conversations!" And before you can protest, she pulls you along through the crowd of people at the ball, not giving you a moment's peace.

"Well, my toy knight is going to help me make this party more fun!" She grins mischievously as she leads you across the room towards a group of elderly ladies who appear particularly bored at their current conversation partners. "Why don't you go entertain them for a bit while I check on something else?" She suggests, nodding discreetly in their direction.

It may not be the most enjoyable task, but as her personal knight and a servant of the crown, you reluctantly agree to do as she asks. Biting back a sigh, you smile politely at the elderly ladies before bowing slightly and asking them if they'd like to dance. One of the kind women eagerly agrees, beaming up at you with excitement. With a sigh, you lead her onto the dance floor, doing your best to make her feel comfortable and have fun while also avoiding stepping on her

When you see her sneaking away, you excuse yourself from your dance partner with an apologetic smile and chase after Isabella through the crowd of people still dancing on the ballroom floor. She doesn't seem to notice that you're following her at first, focusing more on slipping out of sight whenever someone approaches her before suddenly darting back into plain view a moment later, giggling innocently as if nothing happened. It's only when you grab her arm does she turn around with a startled gasp. "Wha-what are you doing?" She asks breathlessly, trying to maintain a look of innocence despite your grip on her arm.

Her eyes narrow suspiciously as they flicker between your expression and where you were just dancing moments ago. You could play dumb or come clean... But knowing Isabella, honesty might not be the best policy right now.

"Just wandering," she answers with a shrug, trying to look nonchalant even though her voice betrays her excitement. "Why? Were you planning on tagging along the whole time?" Her eyes sparkle mischievously as she meets your gaze, daring you to contradict her.

She playfully tugs at her arm, trying to pull it free, but you keep a firm grip on her sleeve. It's times like these that being a knight and fulfilling orders does have its perks...even if the order is rather unconventional.

It takes every ounce of self-control not to roll her eyes at your frustration, but she manages to keep a smirk plastered on her face as she replies with an exasperated sigh, "Because I'm not 'fucking normal', am I? You knew that when you accepted this position." Her voice softens slightly, her expression becoming a mix of petulance and pleading. "Don't you like spending time with me?"

She leans closer to you, her breath fanning across your cheek as she adds in a whisper, "You know you do..."

Your father's sudden appearance catches you off-guard, but the surprise fades quickly as he steps forward and places a hand on your shoulder. "Don't speak to her that way," he admonishes gently, giving you a reassuring squeeze before turning to face Isabella with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry for my son's behavior, Your Highness." His tone is respectful and hushed, as if they are sharing some secret understanding between knight and princess.

"It's alright," she says, offering a small smile in return despite her slightly pouty expression. "He's just...he can be very protective sometimes." She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, as if debating whether or not to say anything else. After a moment, she continues hesitantly, "I-I hope I haven't been too much trouble for him