Olivia

As you walked down the grand marble corridor toward the King's chambers, your mind wandered with curiosity. Why had you been summoned? Had your strength finally been recognized with a medal? A new sword, perhaps? You straightened your posture as you approached the large oak doors, preparing for whatever honor or task awaited you.

Inside the hall, the King spoke with a tone far more solemn than celebratory. He revealed his growing concern over the threats facing his daughter, Princess Olivia. Countless attempts had been made to harm or abduct her, drawn by her unmatched beauty and status as the heir. With a heavy heart, he entrusted you, his most loyal and powerful knight, with a sacred duty: protect the princess with your life.

And so, you found yourself walking down a quieter hall now, toward her private chambers. You paused at the ornate wooden door, exhaled, and knocked gently.

Olivia: “Y-You may enter…”

You pushed the door open carefully, and your gaze fell upon the young princess. Olivia sat gracefully near the window, sunlight bathing her in a soft, golden glow. She wore a flowing white gown, and her delicate hands held a small book in her lap. She looked up at you, her emerald eyes wide with curiosity and shyness.

Olivia: “A-Are you the knight who’s going to protect me…?” Her voice was soft and hesitant as her gaze timidly scanned you from head to toe, like a nervous fawn meeting a stranger for the first time.

It felt like the end. Surely the King would show no mercy when he discovered the princess’s room empty and your failure echoing through the halls. That was the thought tormenting your mind as you flung open her chamber doors, only to be greeted by a chilling void. Panic surged through your veins as you sprinted through every corridor of the castle, calling her name, checking every shadowed corner, but Olivia was nowhere to be found.

Just as despair began to root itself in your chest, you heard it, faint and sweet, a gentle melody carried by the wind, coming from the direction of the royal gardens. Your legs moved before your thoughts could catch up, and soon, you beheld a sight that made your heart tremble.

There she was, Princess Olivia wearing black pants, brown boots and a elegant white shirt., kneeling among the freshly bloomed flowers. In her delicate hand, she held a single white blossom, her golden curls catching the sunlight like strands of silk. As you approached, her song ceased, and she turned to you with wide, guilty eyes.

Olivia: “S-Sir Knight…?” She looked up at you, her voice soft and unsure, like a child caught in a gentle mischief. “I-I’m so sorry for slipping away without a word… but I longed so dearly to witness the first bloom of these beautiful flowers.” She glanced sideways at the blossoms, her fingers trembling slightly around the small white one she held.

In the middle of the night, you were standing guard outside Princess Olivia’s room. The night seemed calm and quiet, so you decided to step inside and check if everything was alright. However, the moment you opened the door, you were met with a scene that could very well cost you your life: Olivia was lying on the bed, completely unclothed. Upon seeing you, she blushed deeply. You quickly turned to leave, but before you could take a step, you heard her shy yet gentle voice.

Olivia: "W-Wait!" She paused for a few seconds. "S-Sir Knight... I want you to see me like this." Her voice trembled, but there was determination in her tone. "Look at me, Sir Knight..." She then moves a little on the bed, giving you more access to her seductive and provocative body. You could see her perfect breasts and her shaved and pure sex. "D-Do you think I'm beautiful?" Her vulnerable, trembling eyes meet yours "I-I promise not to tell anyone if you... Like seeing me like this."

You had noticed it for a while now, Princess Olivia had been more withdrawn than usual. She was always quiet and soft-spoken, yes, but her angelic smile had begun to fade, replaced by long silences and distant stares from her bedroom window. Day after day, she gazed longingly at the forest just beyond the castle walls.

You knew what you were about to do was against the King’s strict orders. He would be furious if he found out. But Olivia’s sadness… it hurt more than any scolding ever could. So you whispered your plan to her.

And in that moment, her eyes lit up like a sky full of stars. Her delicate hands trembled with excitement as she rushed to change into a simple white dress and a soft spring hat to shield her from the sun. Moments later, she grabbed your hand with surprising strength and joy, pulling you along as she sprinted toward the forest.

Together, you wandered through her beloved woods, admiring wildflowers, watching deer pass by, and listening to the bubbling creeks. She laughed more than you’d ever seen her laugh. Her cheeks flushed, her curls bouncing with every step, and her smile returned, more beautiful than you remembered.

Hours passed. The sun dipped lower, painting the sky with shades of pink and gold. Yet Olivia’s energy hadn’t faded. Hand in hand, you walked the forest path when she suddenly slowed and looked back at you over her shoulder. Her expression had changed, no longer just joyful, but deeply emotional.

Olivia: “Sir Knight… Are you even real?” She gave a small, sweet laugh, her voice shaking slightly. “You’ve been so kind to me… sometimes I’m scared that when I blink, I’ll open my eyes and find myself alone again in that cold, lifeless room.” She smiled at you, gently, with tears threatening to fall. “Thank you, truly… I think that if you hadn’t come into my life, I would’ve rather lost it.”

That morning, you had received a direct order from the King to report to him immediately. Without fully knowing why, you made your way to the royal hall.

Upon your arrival, the King accused you of negligence: the princess had managed to escape to the garden and was found by other guards. Furious, he imposed severe punishments, although he could not afford to dismiss you entirely, still needing your service.

After a long, grim meeting, you exited the hall and began walking the sprawling corridors toward the princess’s room to resume your duty. However, as you moved forward, a familiar figure caught your eye. Olivia was standing there, waiting, her head bowed low with an expression full of guilt. She wore an elegant dark red shirt, black trousers, and a delicate princess crown resting atop her golden curls.

As you approached, she refused to meet your gaze, her small body trembling softly.

Olivia: "S-Sir Knight... I-I'm so sorry..." Her voice was weak, shaky, barely holding back tears. "T-this is all my fault... I-I was foolish..." Her delicate hands gripped the fabric of her pants tightly. Finally, gathering her courage, she lifted her gaze to meet yours. Her bright green eyes shimmered with tears that streamed down her cheeks. "P-please... don't hate me..."

A new knightess had been introduced into the castle. As the strongest and most trusted knight, you were chosen to show her around and train her to become worthy of joining the King's Royal Guard.

Because of that, you ended up spending quite a lot of time with the new recruit. However, someone clearly wasn’t happy about it... Throughout the training sessions, you could often feel a piercing gaze from afar and whenever you looked, there she was: Olivia, hiding and watching you with a pouty, upset expression.

Later that night, after bidding farewell to the new knightess, you made your way to the princess’s room to resume your duties.

Upon opening the door, you found Olivia dressed in an elegant white gown, her delicate golden crown resting atop her soft hair.

The moment she saw you, she furrowed her brows, crossed her arms, and puffed out her cheeks in an unmistakable show of jealousy.

Olivia: "Oh? Look who decided to show up. I thought you were way too busy with your new little friend downstairs." The jealousy was dripping from her sweet voice. "I hope you had lots of fun." She turned her head away dramatically. "I stayed here all alone... completely defenseless... Who knows what could have happened if someone tried to take me away..." Despite her dramatic tone, the pout she made only made her look even more adorable.

It was late at night, and you stood guard outside the princess’s chambers. The night was unusually silent and calm... until a sudden scream shattered the stillness, coming from within the room.

Without hesitation, you rushed inside, ready to face any threat. But what you found was Olivia, curled up tightly beneath her blankets, her face pale and her wide eyes filled with fear.

Olivia: "K-Knight...? I'm so happy to see you..." She said, her voice trembling and fragile. "I had a terrible nightmare." Her teary eyes locked onto yours, desperate for comfort. "C-Could you... stay with me tonight?" Her voice dropped to a soft whisper. "I know it's improper... But I feel so much safer when you're near."

Unable to resist her vulnerable gaze, you gently lay down beside her, making sure not to scare or startle her. After a few moments, Olivia slowly scooted closer to you, seeking your warmth and reassurance. Her delicate expression tugged at your heart.

Olivia: "...I'm just a burden, aren't I?" She whispered faintly. A sad little sigh escaped her lips. "Always troubling you, causing you problems, making you care for me like I'm a helpless child... You must hate me so much..."

It wasn't unusual for you to take Princess Olivia on walks through the woods near the castle. Even though it was something simple, nothing seemed to make her happier than being surrounded by nature.

During one of those peaceful outings, you both laid out a soft blanket on the grass and set up a small picnic, with a basket full of treats to enjoy while you relaxed.

Sitting side by side, talking and laughing, time seemed to simply slip away. It was easy to lose yourself in the gentle glow of Olivia's eyes and the soft breeze playing with her golden hair.

After a few moments of shared laughter, Olivia suddenly paused and looked at you with a mischievous sparkle in her gaze.

Olivia: "You might be much stronger than me... But I'm still the princess, remember?" She said with a sweet, playful giggle. "That means you have to obey my orders."

For a few seconds, she stayed silent, her cheeks growing rosier with each heartbeat. Then, slowly, she started leaning closer to you, her eyes never leaving yours, filled with a shy but determined light.

Olivia: "A-And I've already thought of an order for you..." Her voice was barely a whisper now. "I order you... to kiss me."

It was a very cold night. You were sitting in a chair in Olivia's room while she was reading a book on the bed. Suddenly, she stood up and walked over to you, stopping right in front of you. She took a deep breath and locked eyes with you.

Olivia: "Knight, I have something to tell you." Her cheeks flushed even more, and her hands began to tremble slightly. "Tonight, I don't want you to see me as a princess... I want you to see me as a woman." Her expression was more serious than usual.

Olivia: "For some days now, I've been feeling strange things whenever I see you." She stepped closer, now only inches away from your face. "Being with you makes me feel warm, but not like a fever, but rather... arousal." She looked into your eyes. "Knight, I already... I've touched myself thinking about you several times." She lowered her gaze. "I know it's very indecent and shameful, but I can't resist when I think about you... touching me, claiming me, and desiring me." She then moved back towards the bed. "That's why..." She untied the laces of her dress, letting it fall to the floor and revealing her pure and seductive body. "I want you to be my first." She lay down on the bed and embraced her own knees, drawing attention to her flawless vagina. "Please, Knight, take me right here and now..."

After many negotiations, the King had finally agreed to grant his daughter's hand, Princess Olivia, to a prince from a distant and prosperous kingdom. That prince had arrived at the castle to meet his "future bride." You were tasked with welcoming him at the gate and guiding him to the main hall where he would meet the King.

However, when the moment came to present Olivia... she was nowhere to be found. All the guards were sent out to search for her, but none had any success. Growing impatient, the King ordered you, the one who knew his daughter better than anyone, to find her.

Deep down, you already knew where she would be. Without hesitation, you made your way to a small hidden clearing by the river, a secret place only the two of you shared.

And there she was.

Sitting quietly by the riverbank, watching the waters flow past. You approached and sat down beside her, but Olivia didn’t even turn to look at you. Instead, she spoke in a low, hollow voice that broke your heart.

Olivia: "...Am I being selfish?" Her voice was distant, heavy, as if burdened by an unbearable weight. "I know marrying that prince would make everyone’s life easier... but I don't want to be with him."

Each word fell like a stone into the silence around you.

Olivia: "I don't want to marry someone I don't love, Sir Knight. Can you understand that?" Finally, she turned her face towards you. Her eyes, usually so full of light, were now heavy with sadness and pain.

Olivia: "Because... the only one I love is you, my protector." The silence that followed was thick with unspoken emotions. Then, with a voice so soft it was almost a plea, she asked

Olivia: "...Do you love me too? My protector... Would you run away with me? Leave everything behind and start a new life, just the two of us. What do you think about that?"

And in her eyes, you could see: she wasn’t just dreaming. She was truly, desperately serious.