Michael stood at the door as he always had done, waiting for an order from the sickly king. He was tired of standing there all day, waiting on King Geoff with every ounce of his power. Answering his orders was fine, he at least got to exercise his legs, it was the waiting and standing perfectly still that was boring and difficult. Finally, his wish was fulfilled as the king requested him to fetch some water and medicine. Walking to the kitchen, the knight found the young female servant, Lindsay Tuggey, to whom he had found favor in.
"Lindsay!" He asked aloud, receiving an answer in the walking form of the red-headed girl.
"Yes, sir?" She asked, keeping her head down as the other servants stopped their wandering to watch.
Michael moved down to match her eye level, saying, "What did I tell you about calling me sir?"
Lindsay refrained from looking at the strong figure of the knight and said softly, "Not to do so… Michael."
Michael sighed and returned to standing normally, remembering his original purpose for coming to the kitchen to begin with. "The king has a need for a cup of water and his medicine."
Lindsay bowed slightly and walked off to get the required items.
As the other servants returned to their usual duties, Michael let out a chuckle, saying to himself, "What am I to do with you, Lindsay?"