The knight; a young yet formidable foe, and the Princess; a cunning and clever ruler. Being around the same age, the two got pretty close. As often as they could, with their contrasting schedules both filled to the brim, they went to the Castle's cafe to catch up.

"New scars I see, hm?" the observant princess hummed before sipping her tea. The knight huffed, smile forming on his lips. "Ever so keen, my lady." He took a large sip of his coffee and looked at th princess. "You must be more careful, Mitos." He scoffed. "Careful? In my line of work? With all due respect, Princess Kyra, caution is a luxury only the safe receive." Kyra set down her cup gently with a 'clink' before shaking her head."What I would give to let loose and feel more than just boredom." Mitos pursed his lip into a frown, raising an eyebrow. "My lady, I would give anything to be 'bored' instead of afraid for my life day after day." Kyra thought for a moment, green eyes narrowing before lighting up with an idea. "Perhaps we should switch our roles for a day?" Mitos choked on his coffee. "You wouldn't last a day in my shoes, anyway." the princess grinned, and Mitos set down his cup once more. "I bet you can't last a week in mine!" he replied. "A bet it is! We disguise as eachother for a week, and see who lasts longest!" Mitos frowned as his blue eyes narrowed. "I could never say no to the princess." he paused." I suppose it's a deal." he continued. The two shook hands and after an hour or so of getting their disguises ready, they set out.

Mitos was slender and lean, so he could easily pass as a woman. Simply a wig, some padding, and makeup did the trick, which was the case for Kyra. As Mitos set foot in the palace doors, the servants bowed and looked down. Mitos simply walked by with his head high, set for the throne. He felt out of place a top the throne, but waved the servants off to continue their work. Before long a man in handcuffs was dragged in by a duo of knights. The man was scarred and bloody, rustling around and jerking his arms." let me go, rats!" he shouted. Mitos cleared his throat and breathed deeply, looking at the disheveled man at his feet. He turned to the knight on his left and the knight nodded. "this man is Alfred Wellhem, caught stealing and assaulting a bakery shop owner, my lady." Mitos looked down. He had a rather high pitched voice for a male, so all he had to do was speak a bit lighter than usual. "3 months in the dungeon," he continued, "and 300 dollars as compensation to the shop owner." the knights bowed as they dragged the man to the side. Mitos often brought criminals in, so he knew loosely how the princess ran things.

Kyra stepped outside onto the training grounds, a subtle grin on her face. It reeked of sweat and iron, a scent rather refreshing to her after smelling nothing but cloth and pastries for her whole life. She picked up a discarded sword and stepped over to the training ground. There stood a heavyset man with a claymore, and a smaller man getting up with the assistance of two others. Kyra concluded he had just lost a duel to the larger man. Kyra smiled an grinned at the man, stepping unto the elevated ground. Other knights looked in shock. "Mitos? You got a death wish or something?" Kyra disregarded the crowd and tapped the large man on the shoulder. She lowered her voice and greeted him. "Hello, would you like to duel?" the man turned with a frown, which was barely visible under his dark beard. He chuckled and turned fully. "Your loss, small fry" and just like that, he swung his claymore. Kyra lunged back with ease, and something inside her sparked. She grinned widely, laughing loudly. She just now realized how much she had itched for some action. Some thrill. The large man swung once more, and Kyra lunged forward, jumping onto the claymore and swinging at the man's helmet. He blocked surprisingly quickly, but Kyra swung downward onto the side of the claymore. The crowd stood silently as Kyra flipped to be behind the man, kicking behind his knee, successfully making him drop to the ground. He stood on his back with one foot, sword pointed at his neck. The crowd erupted with cheer, and Kyra stepped off, sweat dripping down her cheek. She panted as she tightly gripped the man's hand, pulling him up.

And just like that, time flew by. Mitos was enjoying the delicious pastries and effortless decision making, and Kyra was in love with the constant thrill of battle. But both realized time was up, and they had to switch. Meeting at the cafe, both were reluctant to admit the game had to end. After sharing lovely stories they shook hands and returned to boring daily work. But every so often, the played their game in secret.