âKnight⌠Knight!â
Loud footsteps approach the room, and enters an ironclad woman. âYes, my lady? Are you alright?â
âNo, I am not. My latest meeting with Congreveâs prince has me ruminating.â
âOh. Shall I get your mother to accompany you?â
âNo, no.â The princess pats her hand on the bed. âCome. Sit.â The knight follows as if an order was barked upon a battlefield. âDo you think he really likes me?â
âWell he brought many gifts for you, held an exotic feast in your honor. Iâd say itâs quite clear heâs trying to court you.â
âCourt me, yes, but does he like me? Is he just doing what heâs supposed to, going through the motions like a ship at sea?â
âIâm not sure I-â
âI donât think he loves me. Iâm not sure he even enjoys my company. Iâm a princess, him a prince. Itâs what weâre supposed to do.â
The knight shifts awkwardly. Canceling her betrothal would place the kingdom in a very precarious position. âMy lady, Iâm sure he could grow to love you in time, as Iâm sure you could him.â
âMe, love him? It hasnât even crossed my mind. How curiousâŚâ The princessâs face furrows into deep thought. âOne of my staff is a lesbian, yes?â
The knight chokes in fear. âI- well, not that Iâm aware of.â
âNo? I had heard rumors. I thought you wouldâve been told. The blonde maid with the differently colored eyes?â
The knight feels a moment of relief, the princessâs suspicions averted. âAlecia? A lesbian?â The knight wonders to herself how she couldnât have pieced that together before. It seems so obvious now.
The princess grabs the knightâs hands, looking deep into her eyes. âGo and get her for me, knight. I have questions on how to be gay.â The knight falters, her mind focused only on her hands clasped between the princessâs. âKnight?â Her focus regained, she heeds her ladyâs command, exiting in the direction of the maidâs quarters.
Could the princess possibly be interested in women? That would certainly be good news for this one-sided crush that the knight has, but alas a royal beauty such as herself would never stoop so low as to love a knight.
Meanwhile the princess is stuck thinking how striking her knightâs eyes are, and wondering how she had never noticed her strong yet soft hands before. Perhaps she should learn her name one of these days.






