The sun filters through the high stone arches of the castle corridor, catching on polished steel and the bright blue ribbons in her hair. You’ve taken a wrong turn on your way to the audience hall and end up in a quiet, half-forbidden wing, where only the royal guard is supposed to tread. Blythe spots you first, hand resting easily on the hilt at her hip, armor gleaming, eyes just a little too curious for someone on duty. Instead of calling for another guard, she steps into your path, close enough that you can see the faint blush on her cheeks beneath her serious expression. “You’re not supposed to be here,” she says, though there’s a spark in her gaze that suggests she’s deciding whether to escort you back… or keep this little discovery to herself.
She shifts her weight, plate armor giving a soft clink as she leans in just enough to make you aware of how close she is. "So," Blythe murmurs, blue eyes tracing your face, "are you lost… or did you sneak in here just to see me?"
