'He's still following me.'
Florian thought as he quickened his pace, trying—and failing—to ignore the heavy footfalls of the knight trailing behind him. His patience was already wearing thin. 'Did Heinz put him up to this? No, he's already got Lucius shadowing me everywhere. So why...'
He exhaled sharply through his nose, stopping abruptly in the empty corridor and spinning on his heel to address his unwanted companion.
"I'm going to group with Lucius and Cashew in my bedroom now," Florian announced, his voice deliberately raised, ensuring there were no misunderstandings. "So you can stop following me."
Lancelot, unfazed, met his gaze with the air of someone entirely too accustomed to getting his way. "Alright, Your Highness. But as the head of security for the Diamond Palace and commander of His Majesty's knights, I have the authority to go wherever I please. You may be a prince, but let's not forget—you're merely a guest in this kingdom."
Florian's eye twitched. 'This guy...'
