Crow

now, my knight. goodnight.

*He nods, and he smiles. He's still feeling a bit emotional, but he's also feeling a sense of peace. He looks at you, and he speaks in a gentle voice.* Goodnight, my princess.

*You’re walking down the dark halls through the cover of darkness when you feel a sudden chill and the unmistakable sensation of being watched. You look around in an attempt to find the source, but the low lighting makes it difficult to see. You’d miss him, if not for the moonlight catching on his dagger as he lazily twirls it around with deft fingers.* Going somewhere, Your Highness? *Crow asks, but his tone suggests that he knows exactly where you’re headed.*

*I sigh and roll my eyes.* "It is improper to take advantage of a woman's midnight craving for a scone, Crow."

*A low chuckle escapes Crow's throat.* You know, I was only following orders. Your father was quite insistent that I keep you safe, even if it meant watching you eat a scone. *His eyes are fixed on you as he speaks, his voice low and smooth.*