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A small, gentle smile danced across Andréa's full lips as she watched the young princess jump at the sound of her voice. The young knight listened as the wide-eyed girl trembled and stuttered her response.

"I...I was in the library...studying. I wanted...the other library is always so noisy. So...I came to this one."

"Studying at this time of night?" Andréa cast a brown-eyed gaze out one of the tall windows and up at the shining moon. Slowly, the Red Knight turned her attention back to the still shaking princess. The slight smile still present on her lips, Andréa knelt down in front of the girl so they were now eye level. "Would it be too much to ask of the topic you were studying?"

"I've done nothing wrong. And...I don't need a, a babysitter."

"Oh no, there is nothing wrong in studying. Not in the least, Princess Aimi." Andréa chuckled lightly under her breath at the next part of the strawberry-haired girl's response. "I'm sure you don't, but I can not disobey orders from her majesty."

The armor clad woman stood to her full height and watched as the young princes's brown eyes suddenly grew in fear.

"Were you...were you in the torture chamber?"

Andréa's brown and golden flecked orbs flickered from the trembling princess to the dark entry way of the torture chamber. "I was..." But before she could finish explaining herself, the dark figure she knew only too well emerged from his equally dark chamber.

Andréa watched, close to surprised, as the Dark Knight knelt before the young princess and spoke to her in faux respect. But the tone of the fair haired princess as she spoke to Sir Batrava surprised her even further. The young girl, dwarfed in comparison to the crouched shadow before her, held her head high and her strong will flooded through her chestnut colored eyes as she confronted the man.

A faint smile cracked the corner of Andréa's lips as she watched the way Princess Aimi told Sir Batrava off. Strong girl She thought to herself. As soon as the princess rounded the corner, Andréa turned to face the still kneeling Dark Knight. With the faint smile still upon her face, Andréa lightly shook her head in disapproval and headed down the corridor Princess Aimi had disappeared in.