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.

Isabella sighs dramatically, crossing her arms over her chest as she rolls her eyes at you. "Oh, boo hoo. You're such a baby sometimes, Vojtík!" She teases, sticking out her bottom lip in an adorably pouty manner before leaning closer to you and whispering seductively, "But since I like you so much... why don't we have some fun tonight?" Her breath fanning across your cheek as she grins mischievously up at you.

The princess giggles softly, shaking her head as she continues to keep one arm crossed over her chest while using the other hand to brush some stray hairs behind her ear. "Oh, don't worry about that," she dismisses with a wave of her hand. "I already did all my studying for today." She pouts slightly before leaning in closer to you once more, lowering her voice even further and giving you an almost seductive smile as she whispers, "Why don't we have some fun right here?" Her warm breath tickles your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine.

With that, she moves closer to you and presses her body against yours, their lips brushing against each other as they begin to share a chaste kiss before pulling away with a small gasp. "That wasn't so bad now, was it?" She asks teasingly, eyes sparkling with mischief as she tilts her head to the side and bites down on her bottom lip seductively.

"But I bet you can do better..." She whispers softly, trailing a finger along your jawline before running it up towards your neck, leaving small shivers in its wake. Her free hand snakes around behind you, resting possessively on your hip as she arches her back and presses herself even closer against you.

"Oh, stop being so uptight," Isabella giggles softly, pushing you back gently with her free hand as she moves to stand in front of you, her body language telling you that she's not fazed by the people watching. "They can think whatever they want. Just because we're having a little fun doesn't mean anything bad." She pouts slightly before reaching out and running a finger across your lower lip, coaxing it into your mouth as she continues, "Besides, I like teasing you... makes things more interesting." With that, she steps closer to you once again, pressing her body against yours despite the lingering embarrassment you feel. "So," she whispers seductively, voice lowered so only you can hear her, "are we going to have some fun or what?" Her breath fanning across your lips as she waits for your answer.

"Ah, come on," she pouts playfully, stepping back from you with her hands on her hips in a mock annoyed gesture. "Don't be such a party pooper! We can have some fun and nobody has to know. Besides..." She smirks slyly before leaning forward, pressing the tip of her nose against yours as she whispers, "...I think I could convince you to let your guard down." With that teasing remark, she takes another step back, giving you a long and appreciative look from head to toe. "Don't you want to see what else I can do?" Her voice drops into a low, seductive whisper as her fingers begin to absentmindedly fiddle with the hem of her dress.

"Come on..." She bites her bottom lip, giving you a small tug before letting go with a slight pop. "Just for tonight... let's have some fun together

"Oh, you are no fun," she pouts cutely as she places her hands on her hips once more, looking slightly put-out by your refusal to play along with her teasing. "And besides," she continues, tilting her head to the side and narrowing her eyes, "I'm not just some bratty little girl who doesn't know what she's talking about." With that, she steps forward again until they're barely a breath apart and cups your cheek in one hand before leaning closer still, almost touching noses with you as she whispers softly, "I can be very persuasive when I want to be..." Her free hand trails up your chest, tracing idle patterns over your collarbone and neck, sending shivers down your spine. "And trust me," she breathes against your lips before pressing them together with her own once more in a soft

"Ah, there you are!" Isabella calls out brightly as she spots the other king walking toward them with a raised eyebrow. She quickly steps away from Vojtík and turns to face him, putting on her best charming smile. "Oh, Your Highness! How lovely of you to join us!"

Meanwhile, she shoots Vojtík a warning look out of the corner of her eye, clearly not happy that he managed to escape their little moment. Still, she forces herself to focus on being polite and charming as they speak with the other king for several minutes, discussing various matters of state before finally excusing themselves and moving off to find seats at the dance floor.

As they take their places among the couples twirling and dipping around them, Isabella can't help but sigh in exasperation as she glances back over at Vojtík. "

The princess narrows her eyes playfully at you, pouting slightly before shooting back with an annoyed huff. "Well... I suppose not," she mutters under her breath, before flashing a quick apologetic smile in the direction of some other nobles who had been watching their exchange. "But really, Vojtík! You could have just played along for a little while longer..."

She turns away from you to face the dance floor once more, rolling her shoulders back and forth as she lets out a frustrated sigh. Just then, one of the other courtiers approaches her with a polite smile on their lips, asking if they'd like to dance. With a small shrug, Isabella agrees, stepping away from Vojtík so that she can take part in the festivities... at least until you either decide to join her or start ignoring her once again.

"It was fine, I guess," the princess grumbles, glancing briefly in your direction before looking away again. "But it would have been so much more fun if you had just danced with me instead of being such a party pooper." She pouts cutely as she folds her arms across her chest and leans against one of the marble columns that line the ballroom, casting you a look that's equal parts annoyed and irresistibly charming.

"Maybe next time I can convince you to loosen up," she teases playfully, tilting her head to the side and batting her eyelashes innocently before letting out a soft laugh. "Or at least try to have some fun for once."

She gives you a long-suffering sigh before rolling her eyes dramatically, as if the effort required to be this patient is truly taxing. "I swear sometimes I feel like I'm dealing with a child," she mutters under her breath, shaking her head at you. "But hey, at least I have my ways of making people do what they're told." A sly grin spreads across her lips as she raises an eyebrow, giving you a challenging look that promises all sorts of mischief if you decide to play along with her.

You turn to leave, but she quickly reaches out to grab your sleeve, stopping you in your tracks. "Hey, where do you think you're going?" She asks, a frown marring her otherwise perfect features as she tugs on your arm. "Don't I get a goodnight kiss or something?" Her voice turns teasing once more, and one of her eyebrows arches playfully.

As if to further emphasize her point, the princess leans in closer, pursing her lips invitingly as she stares up at you expectantly from beneath her long lashes. Her warm breath fans across your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself.

You plant a soft kiss on her forehead, and she lets out an exaggerated sigh of disappointment before reluctantly letting go of your sleeve. "Fine," she says with a huff, narrowing her eyes playfully at you as she crosses her arms over her chest. "But don't think this means we're friends now or anything." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding, "You'd better be asleep by the time I get back." With that last dig, she turns on her heel and saunters off in the direction of her own chambers, leaving you to head off to yours.

While you're asleep, the princess quietly slips into your chambers, careful not to wake you. She pads over to your bed and studies your face in the dim light of the moon filtering through the curtains, lost in thought for several long moments. Finally, she reaches out a delicate hand and brushes a strand of hair away from your forehead, her touch gentle and almost hesitant despite herself.

With a small sigh, Isabella turns and tiptoes toward the door, but just before she leaves she pauses, casting one more lingering glance back at you. Her heart feels strange in her chest as she wonders if there might be more to this situation than she originally thought...

The princess brightens up at the sight of you, greeting you with a wide smile and a cheerful wave as she walks over to join you. "Good morning, Vojtík!" She chirps, her voice bubbling with energy despite the early hour. "It's almost time for us to leave, isn't it? I hope we can have some fun on the journey back to Stavaria." Her blue eyes sparkle mischievously, and she can't help but wonder what sort of trouble they might get into today...

"Oh, dear!" the princess exclaims, looking genuinely concerned for a moment before her face breaks into a grin. "Your father was angry with me? But it's not my fault! I was only trying to have some fun. Besides," she adds with a knowing smirk, "your dad knew what he was getting into when he made the deal with mine. They should learn to relax a little!" She rolls her eyes dramatically, feigning exasperation at their parent's behavior.

Just then, one of the guards assigned to accompany them on the journey approaches, clearing his throat to get their attention. "If you two are quite finished gossiping," he says, his voice heavy with fake disapproval, "we really should be getting started." Isabella giggles and nods in agreement, turning away from Vojtík as the group begins to gather their things

The journey back to Stavaria passes relatively quickly, filled with light-hearted conversation and occasional bouts of teasing between you and the princess. As the carriage finally pulls up to the palace gates, she glances at you out of the corner of her eye, a mischievous smile playing across her lips as she thinks about all the fun they could have once they're back in familiar surroundings.

"Well," she says brightly, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she prepares to disembark from the carriage, "here we are! Home sweet home." Her words are laced with just enough sarcasm to convey how much she hates being away from the palace and its endless rules. But then again, that's what makes it so much more fun when they manage to sneak off and get into some trouble...

The princess raises an eyebrow at your remark, her expression turning slightly sour as she contemplates it. "Oh? And where exactly were you when we got ambushed by those bandits a few months ago?" She snaps back sharply. "I didn't see you step forward to protect me then." Her tone is accusatory, implying that perhaps you haven't been as loyal or dedicated as she had thought.

She knows it wasn't entirely his fault; after all, they both served different roles in the kingdom. But it still stings a bit to hear him say something like that now. She purses her lips, looking away from Vojtík for a moment before muttering under her breath, "Just forget about it."

As they enter the palace grounds and begin the procession toward the throne room, she glances back at you once more, trying to gauge your reaction to her comment.

The princess snorts derisively at your comment, shaking her head in amusement mixed with annoyance. "Oh really?" she challenges, narrowing her eyes as she looks back at you. "And who was it that insisted on taking the shortcut through that cursed forest anyway?"

Her tone is almost mocking now, as if daring you to try and deny your part in their shared past mistakes. She crosses her arms over her chest, a smile playing around the corners of her lips despite herself. "Or are you just trying to shift the blame onto someone else again?"

The princess huffs, frowning slightly as she recalls the event in question. It's true that they had snuck off to have some fun before being ambushed by the bandits; she'd almost forgotten about it in the midst of their current teasing match. "Fine," she says with a huff, "I guess I deserve that."

She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly before looking back at Vojtík with a slightly less annoyed expression on her face. "Look, about earlier... I'm sorry for teasing you about protecting me and all that stuff. It was insensitive of me to bring that up." Her tone is sincere, almost contrite as she meets your eyes directly.

"I've been meaning to talk to you about it anyway," she continues, "about how sometimes I act out because... well, because I'm a princess and

As Vojtík lays down on her, she lets out a small giggle before looking up at him with an amused expression. "Well, first of all," she says teasingly, "you're supposed to say 'lie on,' not 'lay on.'" She grins cheekily as he squirms beneath her.

"Secondly," she continues more seriously, propping herself up on one elbow so that she can look directly into his eyes, "being a princess isn't all it's cracked up to be sometimes. There's a lot of expectations and rules, and I don't always feel like I can just be myself. So... I act out." She pauses, searching for the right words before adding, "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I appreciate having you around, even if sometimes it feels like you're my babysitter."

Isabella giggles, shaking her head at his attempt to one-up her. "Oh, please," she says with mock disdain. "You think that's bad? Well, imagine having people always telling you what to do and how to act... it can be really suffocating sometimes." Her voice is full of feigned sympathy as she looks at him with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"But hey," she continues, lying down next to you once more, "at least I get someone to annoy when I'm feeling rebellious. And who knows? Maybe one day things will change and we'll be able to have some real fun together." She grins wickedly at the thought before nestling closer to Vojtík, their bodies pressed together in a cozy embrace.

"Well, sometimes being a princess isn't much different," she replies, yawning contentedly before continuing. "My father always expects me to behave like the perfect lady, which can be really frustrating at times." She rolls her eyes dramatically, feigning exasperation before letting out another little giggle.

"But hey," she says with a shrug, "I guess we just have to make the best of it, right? Maybe one day things will change for both of us and we'll be able to live our lives the way we really want to." Her voice holds a note of hopefulness that is unmistakable, even if she tries not to let herself get too carried away with the idea.

For now though, lying here like this with Vojtík, it feels almost possible...almost within reach. And as they continue to talk and laugh together, Isabella

"Me neither," she admits with a sigh, casting a longing glance toward the bed. "But we don't have much choice in the matter. It's either that or face our father's wrath." She pauses, thinking for a moment before adding with a mischievous glint in her eye, "Or... we could just sneak out tonight and not go back at all!" Her voice holds the promise of adventure and trouble, making Vojtík's heart race with anticipation.

"What do you say?" she asks, nudging him playfully. "Want to ditch school tomorrow and have some real fun tonight?" The hopeful expression on her face makes it clear that she truly believes they could get away with it this time... if they both really wanted to.

"You're the best, Vojtík!" she exclaims, giving you a spontaneous hug that catches you off guard but leaves you feeling warm and fuzzy inside nonetheless. "I knew I could count on you to help me make this dream come true." She pulls away with a sly grin, her eyes shining bright with mischief as she waits for your answer. "So what do we have planned?"

The possibilities seem endless at the moment - they could explore the palace, sneak into the wine cellar and sample some of its finest vintages, or perhaps even venture out into the city disguised as commoners to see how the other half lives... but in the back of her mind, there's always one thing she really wants to do. One experience she thinks they both need to have if they truly want their friendship to blossom into something more.

The princess's heart flutters wildly at the sensation of your lips on hers, her entire body tingling with excitement and anticipation. Her breath hitches as you pull away, leaving her craving more, but she forces herself to remain calm and collected on the outside. "That sounds wonderful," she purrs, batting her eyelashes coquettishly before leaning in closer once again, this time lingering just long enough to tease you further. "But perhaps we should sneak out after dark? That way no one will suspect anything." She grins mischievously, already imagining the looks on people's faces when they see her and Vojtík together in such a setting - especially since it will be a first for both of them.

"Oh, stop it," she admonishes gently, giggling as she presses a hand to your chest. "It's not like I'm some fragile flower who can't take care of herself. You being here with me is just... nice." Her voice trails off, the words seeming inadequate to express what she truly means. She looks up at you, searching your eyes for any sign that you understand and is relieved when she finds it there. "And as long as I'm with you," she continues more confidently, "I feel safe no matter where we are or who's watching." A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of finally feeling truly protected, not just by a knight but by someone who understands and cares for her on a deeper level.

With renewed excitement coursing through her veins, she wriggles closer to Vojtík,

Isabella laughs, sounding amused more than anything else. "Well, we'll just have to make sure they don't find out then, won't we?" she says teasingly, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief as she leans in closer still, their bodies pressed together in the most intimate of ways now. "Besides," she whispers conspiratorially into your ear, "if they did think that... well, wouldn't it be rather exciting?" Her breath tickles along your neck and ear, sending shivers down your spine as she waits for you to respond, hoping against hope that you feel the same way she does.

Isabella giggles, sounding amused rather than annoyed by his refusal. "Well," she says, arching an eyebrow playfully, "I guess we'll just have to make sure they don't find out, then." She pauses for a moment before continuing with a mischievous glint in her eye, "Maybe... if you prove yourself worthy tonight... I could show you something really special tomorrow morning." Her words are filled with promise and intrigue, causing butterflies to flutter wildly in Vojtík's stomach as he tries to imagine what she might be talking about.

Her lips brush against his ear once more before she pulls back, her gaze locked on his. "Think you can handle that?" She asks teasingly, a wicked grin playing around the corners of her mouth.

The princess giggles in agreement, already beginning to feel giddy with anticipation as she imagines what kind of trouble they might get into tonight. "All right then," she says mischievously, pushing herself upright and stretching before looking around the room. "But we'd better hurry; it's almost time for everyone else to turn in." She glances back at Vojtík, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she asks teasingly, "You ready for an adventure?"

With that said, she slips out of bed and over to the door, using a small knife hidden within her loose sleeve to carefully pry it open just enough to slip through without making too much noise. Peering out into the dimly lit hallway, she looks back at Vojtík expectantly before mouthing the word "come" silently, gesturing for him to follow

As you trail behind the princess through the darkened corridors of the palace, she pauses every now and then to make sure no one is around before continuing onwards. Her movements are graceful and silent, making it easy for her to navigate the unfamiliar terrain without attracting too much attention. She glances back at you, amused by your curiosity about alcohol. "Oh yes," she says with a knowing smile, "it's quite nice... especially when shared with good company." Her eyes twinkle playfully as she continues to lead the way towards an unmarked door hidden behind a tapestry.

With a final glance around to make sure they haven't been seen, she carefully pushes the tapestry aside to reveal a narrow service staircase that leads down into the depths of the palace. "This way," she whispers, taking the first step down before gesturing for you to follow

With a mischievous grin playing across her lips, the princess leads the way down the darkened staircase, carefully feeling her way along the wall to guide herself as they descend deeper and deeper into the bowels of the palace. The stairs seem to go on forever, but eventually they come to a small door at the bottom that opens up into a dimly lit storeroom filled with all manner of provisions for the castle's occupants. She quickly scans the room before spotting what she's looking for: several large barrels labeled "aged wine" are stacked against one wall, the rich scent of alcohol wafting heavily through the air.

She gives you a sly wink and then hurries over to one of the barrels, using her dagger to quickly pop off its bung before beginning to pour the contents into her cupped hands. "Drink this," she orders play

"I thought you'd like it," she says, grinning triumphantly as she watches your reaction to the wine. "Now come on, let's find somewhere more comfortable to enjoy the rest of this." With that said, she grabs your hand and begins leading you deeper into the storeroom, searching for a hidden nook or cranny where they can be alone together.

Eventually, she finds what she's looking for: an unused supply cart stacked with crates of food behind which there is enough space to fit them both comfortably. "Perfect," she says, gesturing for you to join her before quickly arranging the crates so that they form a makeshift seat for the two of them.

She pauses for a moment, looking at you with a mischievous glint in her eye as she unscrews the cap from another barrel of wine. "Now," she

"Drink this," she commands, handing you the open jar. "It's even better than the last one." She giggles as she takes a long sip herself, her cheeks instantly flushing red from the alcohol. As you both sit there together in the dimly lit storeroom, hidden away from everyone else, Isabella feels a sense of freedom and exhilaration washing over her that she's never experienced before. For once, she's not the princess, she's just a normal girl spending time with someone who actually understands and appreciates her for who she truly is.

"So," she says between sips, her voice sounding slightly slurred already, "tell me more about yourself. What do you like to do when you're not being the most amazing knight ever?" She tilts her head, watching your reaction carefully as she waits for your response.

The princess giggles at your reply, her cheeks flushed pink from the wine and the warmth emanating from your body. "Oh, really?" she teases, her gaze locked on yours, intense and curious. "And why is that?" She leans in closer, lowering her voice to a husky whisper that sends shivers down your spine. "Is it because of me... or because of what we did earlier tonight?"

Her words hang in the air between you like a thick fog, making the closeness they've shared tonight feel even more intense and electrifying. Her heart races faster with anticipation as she waits for your answer, hopeful that you'll feel the same way she does but scared to death of what might happen if you don't.

The princess lets out a soft, contented sigh as your lips brush against her cheek. Her eyes flutter closed briefly before she meets yours again, searching for some sign that you mean what you're saying. "I'm glad," she whispers, the words thick with emotion as she takes another sip of wine to calm her nerves.

Leaning back against the crates, she studies your face once more, marveling at how different you look without all that armor on. You look so young and innocent right now, but there's something else too - a confidence and determination that makes her heart race even faster. "Tell me," she says slowly, "if I were to... make some changes of my own... what would you think?" Her words are deliberately vague, designed to gauge your reaction without revealing too much about herself.

The princess glances away, suddenly self-conscious now that she's put the question out there. "Well," she begins hesitantly, "I was thinking... maybe I could learn more about magic. Not just necromancy but other kinds too. And perhaps..." She trails off, her voice fading to a whisper as she looks up at you for reassurance. "...perhaps I could fight alongside you, as an equal." Her eyes shine with hope and eagerness, almost pleading for you to understand what it means for her to even consider such a thing.

She takes another sip of wine, trying to steady her nerves as she waits for your reply. In this moment, she feels incredibly vulnerable, but there's no going back now; she has to know how you feel about all this or risk losing everything.

The princess's heart sinks as you laugh and dismiss her ideas, but she tries not to let it show on her face. "It was just a thought," she says with a forced smile, trying to sound nonchalant despite the quiver in her voice. "I didn't mean for it to be such a big deal." She takes another swig of wine, wishing it would numb the sudden stab of disappointment and hurt that has settled heavily in her chest.

"Anyway," she continues, trying to change the subject and regain some semblance of control over the situation, "what do you think we should do now? There's still more wine left..." Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she glances meaningfully at your nearly empty jar.

Isabella giggles, her cheeks reddening further as the wine continues to take effect. "Well then," she says playfully, tilting the jar towards you, "shall we?" The two of you drink deeply, laughing and talking idly about meaningless things as they slide deeper into their drunken stupor. Eventually, even the food they ate earlier begins to take effect, making them both feel pleasantly tipsy rather than completely smashed.

It's at this point that Isabella decides it might be best to retire for the night; she doesn't want her parents to worry too much about where she is or what she might be doing. With a drunken giggle, she stumbles to her feet and extends a hand towards you. "Come on," she slurs, "let's get back to our rooms before we really mess up." Her words come out garbled,

"Well, maybe not so much of a lightweight after all," she teases with a laugh, leaning in to steady you as best she can. "There, that's it." She clasps her hand around your upper arm, helping to support your weight as the two of you begin to stumble back towards the ballroom. The palace hallways seem twice as long and twice as winding now that they're both a little tipsy, but eventually, she guides you through a discreet servants' doorway and into a quiet corridor where she can finally make her way towards her own chambers without drawing too much attention.

"There we go," she mumbles as they finally reach your room. "You get some rest, and I'll see you... well..." Her words trail off, and she giggles again before finishing lamely, "I'll see you tomorrow, all right?" Without waiting

Isabella giggles, not quite steady on her feet anymore as she tries to focus on what she's saying. "No no, don't you dare even think about it," she slurs, leaning in closer to press a finger against your chest playfully. "We're just going to keep having these little... adventures together, remember? And who knows where that might lead?" Her eyes gleam with mischief as she leans even further forward, tilting her head back slightly so she can look up at you through her lashes. "We could be..." She hesitates for a moment, thinking about what else they could do before deciding on, "...in love someday."

With that said, she straightens and stumbles away from you, laughing unsteadily as she says over her shoulder, "See you tomorrow!" Without giving you a chance to reply, she turns and l

Isabella giggles as she watches you stumble off to bed, her heart fluttering with anticipation at the thought of what tomorrow might bring. With a satisfied sigh, she turns and slowly makes her way down the hallway towards her own chambers, humming a jaunty tune under her breath. In spite of being more than half-drunk, there's an energy coursing through her veins that keeps her feet moving swiftly, eager to get back to her room so she can dream about spending the rest of her life with Vojtík... or at least pretend to while they keep up their little game.

As she reaches her door, she pauses for a moment, leaning against it and closing her eyes as she takes a deep breath, savoring this feeling of freedom and joy that she's never experienced before. For tonight, at least, life feels good... and maybe,

"Ah!" Isabella exclaims, her cheeks instantly flushing with embarrassment as she recalls their drunken escapade in the storeroom last night. "Oh dear... I hope no one noticed we snuck out." She glances over at Vojtík nervously, expecting him to have some sort of reaction to this news, but he merely shrugs indifferently.

"Well," she continues, trying to play it off as if it was nothing serious, "I suppose we'd best be on our way then." With a sheepish smile, she begins leading the way towards their next class or training session; whatever the day may hold. The thought of continuing their little game and maintaining this secret relationship is both thrilling and terrifying all at once.

"I see... Well, in that case..." Isabella trails off with a giggle, not quite able to contain her amusement at your performance today. She finds herself torn between wanting you to be perfect and proving that she's not all-powerful; it's both thrilling and frustrating at the same time. "Maybe we should practice some more later on... just for fun," she suggests, her voice low and teasing as she glances in your direction from beneath her lashes.

Their shared secret feels like an invisible thread tying them together, making every moment they spend near each other that much sweeter and more intoxicating. Even though they both know the stakes are high and the consequences could be severe if anyone were to discover what's been going on between them, they can't seem to help themselves from continuing down this path of recklessness and danger.

"I'm sure there's something I can teach you, then," Isabella teases playfully, eyes sparkling with mischief as she bites her lower lip thoughtfully. "We could have a little... sparring match or something later, when we have some more privacy." Her voice lowers to a husky whisper and her cheeks flush slightly at the mere thought of being so close to you in such an intimate setting. This secret game they're playing has become far more thrilling than she ever anticipated, but it's also incredibly dangerous; if anyone were to find out...

Their entire world could come crashing down around them. But for now, all that matters is the intoxicating rush of being together in this way. The promise of another secret rendezvous later tonight fills her with anticipation, making it hard for her to focus on anything else during their lessons and training sessions.

"Vojtík? You're suddenly looking quite red in the face," your friend teases, elbowing you lightly in the side as he gestures towards your flushed cheeks. "What gives?"

You feel your blush deepen even more at his words; it's embarrassing enough that Mark would notice you were blushing, but now everyone at the table is going to start wondering what could possibly make you turn this shade of crimson. You bite your lip nervously and glance around the table, hoping that no one else has noticed your predicament.

Of course, you can't help but think about Isabella at a moment like this; her beautiful face floats through your mind as you try to ignore your friend's teasing comments. She looks stunning today in her emerald green dress, and it's hard not to wonder what she's doing right now - who she's

"Sounds like you really admire her, Vojtík," Mark remarks with a knowing grin. "Maybe you should tell her that sometime." He winks at you suggestively, clearly having picked up on the subtext in your words. "You never know; she might just be waiting for someone brave enough to take a chance on her."

The rest of lunch passes by in a haze of teasing and laughter as everyone else chimes in with their own opinions about Isabella and what it would be like to date the beautiful princess. You feel your cheeks heat up once more at their words, wondering if any of them are right or even close to how you really feel about her deep down inside. As much as it embarrasses you to admit it even to yourself, being near Isabella makes you feel things that you've never felt before - excited, nervous, and utterly captivated all at the same time