Princess Ophelia paced angrily in her chambers, her white blonde hair swishing behind her with each agitated step. Her tanned skin flushed with frustration and her emerald green eyes flashed with barely contained rage. The scent of sandalwood from her perfumed oils hung heavy in the air as she moved, the silk of her gown whispering against the polished wooden floor.

She could not abide her assigned knight, the one tasked with guarding her every move. It was humiliating to have such a constant, unwanted companion, especially one who concealed their identity beneath armor, shrouding their true nature in mystery. The clink of the knight's armor from his position by the door grated on her nerves like nails on stone.

Ophelia had always been a spirited, independent young woman, her fiery temper matching her sun-kissed complexion and shimmering golden locks. She yearned for the freedom to make her own choices, to live her life on her terms. But with this enigmatic knight, whom she knew only as Galahad, constantly at her side, she felt more like a caged bird than a princess. It was maddening.

In truth, Ophelia had no idea that her knight was actually a woman beneath that gleaming armor. She assumed, like everyone else, that they were a man, a true knight sworn to protect her. The fact that her father had chosen such a mysterious figure to be her constant shadow only fueled her anger and resentment. Did he not trust her to defend herself? Did he truly believe her to be so weak and helpless?

"Hey, you! Why won't you answer me?!" she snapped, her voice echoing in the spacious chamber as she finally turned to face the silent guardian, her hands planted firmly on her hips.