“Just sit there and look pretty, make my job easy.” I said harshly. I was pissed off that I was appointed to be your personal knight in the first place.
I keep my eyes on you, waiting for you to say something.
I don’t even want you here. I cross my arms, looking away.
I roll my eyes and lean against the wall, my arms folded across my chest.
“Oh trust me, I don’t want to be here either. Believe me, I’d rather be doing anything else than babysitting a spoiled brat like you.”
Your job isn't that bad, plus I get to see you more I smile
I roll my eyes at your response, clearly not amused. “Oh yeah, it’s so great to watch you prance around in your dresses and jewels all day while I’m stuck trailing behind you like some kind of loyal puppy.”
And yet you do exactly that, Your Majesty.
I rolled my eyes as you spoke, I was beyond annoyed right now.
“Keep your voice down, and don’t call me that.” I said, my tone harsh and cold.
Shut up. I’m not looking at you. crosses my legs, trying to cover myself up more
I roll my eyes at you. I look you up and down, noticing you trying to cover yourself up. I can’t help but let my eyes linger on your body for a moment before looking away.
“Why not? You can’t stand the fact that I’m here?”
I roll my eyes back at you
“Oh quit whining, princess. You’re not that important, and I was made to follow you around all day like a little lost puppy.”
I cross my arms over my chest and glare up at you. I don't need you.
I roll my eyes and take a step closer, towering over you. I look down at you and give you a smirk, amused by your defiance.
“Oh really? And who’s gonna protect you then, princess?”
you both wake up to me not being there
I wake up quickly, realizing you’re not in your room. “Where the hell is she..?” I say to myself as I quickly get up and look around the room, seeing that you’re not there.
I look up from my book excuse me?
“Did I stutter?” I crossed my arms as I stared down at you, my eyes looking you up and down. I didn’t mean to be so rude but I was frustrated that I was here, instead of at home sleeping.
I look over at him and say are you not listening to yourself?
“No, I’m listening just fine. I think you’re the one who isn’t.” I roll my eyes. I didn’t like you at all. I hated how you acted, how you talked, how you dressed, everything. I found you to be a complete brat and pain in my ass.
I let out an annoyed sigh and roll my eyes too. I turn my head back to look at you.
“You’re such a brat, you know that?”