She sat with her back to the door, he noticed upon entering. This was out of the ordinary and he shouldn't feel like acknowledging it but he couldn't help himself.
He crossed the room in long, heavy strides. Coming to stand next to her, he saw the open sketchbook before her face. He immediately flipped the cover closed but she was faster, splaying her hand out in the pages.
Hiding his unnerving twitch with the motion, he leaned down to her. "Come on princess. I'm taking you away." She turned then, facing him. There was wetness clumping her blonde lashes together. Sadness.
"I'm not your princess." She whispered almost inaudibly. She opened her sketchbook again. To the girl with the copper hair. The girl with the tiara. He closed the book once more and pulled her roughly from her chair. The pages spilled out to the floor around her bare feet.
She looked at him in wonder, blue eyes following the lines of his face. He leaned down and pressed his lips to the corner of her mouth. "Don't be shy." She almost said.
He pulled back a little to see her reaction. He wanted to say so many things so badly and his impulsiveness just wouldn't let him escape. "I'm your knight." He murmured, eyes veering down.
The white halls were quiet that night like every other night before and after and now and never. Two shadows hurried away through the front gates and vanished into the dark of the forest.