"M-Milady, I implore you to reconsider. He is to be your new first knight. For the time being, the first princess has..."
Master Isolt said, desperately trying to convince the princess otherwise, but was cut off by the young royal before she could finish.
"Heaven forfend! First it was Sir Arlo, but he passed away a month ago. Then it was Sir Donatio, but he somehow gained a frightful injury while traveling during his leave of duty. Now, I thought it was supposed to be Sir Cedro, and I was perfectly fine with that arrangement. But who is this sorry creature standing before me? I might really be as cursed as the palace gossips say," said the princess, visibly annoyed by the whole development.
'Heaven forfend.' Wow, this whole fancy talk hit a brand new ceiling. I hadn't heard of this kind of phrase before, not even back in the old world. I remember reading old historical books from there, but even to me, this sounded completely strange. The fancy folk here are really something else.
