The woman gave him a soft smile, nodding as she spoke. "Yeah, we can go now," she said, her voice light and inviting. "Would you prefer to go out for lunch, or would you rather we pack a picnic?" She asked, leaving the decision up to him. She could have easily made up her mind, but something about this moment felt different. She didn’t want him to feel like he was just following her around, having no say in the plans. After all, he’d mentioned he didn’t do much outside of work, and she could only imagine how boring it might be for him to simply play along with whatever she wanted all the time.

She stood and moved to pick out an outfit, a small hum escaping her lips as she moved with a sense of purpose. Behind the screen, she changed into something comfortable, but there was a restlessness within her, a subtle agitation that bubbled up. "Also," she called out to him playfully, her voice carrying across the room, "my name is Camery, not Princess." She couldn’t help but chuckle to herself. The title felt so distant, even if it was part of who she was. It was always the same: people saw her as a royal first and a person second.

She stepped out from behind the screen and found him waiting, her figure now draped in a soft pale green dress that hugged her body gently, not too tight but not too loose. The fabric flowed elegantly as she moved, a contrast to her playful tone. "It would be a bit weird if I started calling you Bodyguard, wouldn't it?" she mused with a light grin, her eyes teasing but soft.

Camery raised a brow at him, a playful smile tugging at her lips as he insisted that she decide what they were doing. It was a bit amusing, really. "You don’t seem to mind much, do you?" she asked lightly, her eyes twinkling as she glanced up at him, the playful grin on her face betraying the amusement she felt. There was something effortlessly calm about him that made her curious. He never seemed to have a strong opinion either way, which made her wonder how he could be so at ease with whatever came his way.

Without waiting for much more of a reply, Camery disappeared into the closet, only to emerge moments later with an older picnic basket in her arms. It looked well-loved, a little worn around the edges, but that only added to its charm. "Well then," she chirped, her voice bright, "we’ll go for a wander, and then have a picnic. Sound good?" She asked, stepping closer to him, her excitement growing. It would be a simple outing—no grand plans, no expectations—just a quiet afternoon.

As she approached him, her eyes sparkled with the joy of the plan, and she passed the basket into his hands, her fingers brushing lightly against his skin. "Alright then, Kai. You take this," she said with a grin, tapping his chest lightly as she looked up at him, her gaze lingering. She couldn't help but notice how his shirt fit just right, hugging his muscles in a way that was hard to ignore. His dark blue eyes, so intense and steady, seemed to pull her in, and she caught herself admiring him for a moment longer than she meant to. She quickly blinked, amused by the thought before she rolled her eyes and turned away.

"Come on, then," she said, her voice light and teasing, as she headed toward the kitchens to pack the basket with food. She didn't know what it was about him—maybe it was the calm demeanor, or the way he seemed so effortless in everything he did—but there was something about him that she found just so intriguing.

The woman smiled brightly as she made her way toward the kitchen, her steps light and carefree, a soft, cheerful tune humming from her lips. It was quiet, but there was a certain happiness in it, an ease in the air that made everything feel a little brighter. As she walked, she briefly noticed the subtle shift in his demeanor, but she thought little of it. Camery was naturally outgoing, and she found it easy to feel comfortable around others. Perhaps she’d crossed a line, though—maybe she had gotten too close for his comfort. She didn’t mean to, of course, but she reminded herself to be more aware, to keep her touch more reserved unless absolutely necessary for safety. It was just something to keep in mind for the future.

Once in the kitchen, she immediately set to work, rummaging through the cabinets with a bright smile, gathering ingredients for their picnic. The familiar bustle of the kitchen felt like home, and the cook, with a knowing glance, agreed to pack a few things for them. The exchange was quick, and soon enough, they were headed outside the castle walls, Camery’s grin stretching across her face. The fresh air outside was invigorating, and as they wandered along, the sense of freedom and lightheartedness filled her with a quiet joy. She didn’t care about much else at that moment—just the pleasure of good company and the simple happiness of a spontaneous outing.

The woman bounced along happily, her energy infectious as they made their way into the village. She turned to him after a moment, her eyes sparkling with a playful curiosity. "Anything you need while we're out?" she asked lightly, her tone casual but with an undertone of consideration. The sun caught her hair, sending soft waves of golden light around her, and her skin seemed to glow in the warmth of the day. She was the very picture of sunlight, as if she herself had been born from the morning sky. If the day had a face, it would be hers—radiant and effortlessly alive. It was a common trait among the people of their kingdom, though Camery's golden markings set her apart, the sun’s beams shining across her skin in brilliant, almost mesmerizing patterns. She knew how they drew attention when she walked through the streets, and her bodyguard—Malakai—would have to be extra alert.

When he shook his head no, she simply shrugged, unfazed, and wandered through the market, picking up a few things that caught her eye. She weaved through the bustling crowd, her movements light, a soft smile never leaving her lips. However, after a while, she noticed his stance wasn’t as firm as it once had been, a bit more relaxed than she was used to. Rolling her eyes in amused exasperation, she turned on her heel and made her way toward the lake, the bag from the market swinging at her side.

“You hungry?” she asked with a bright grin, her voice full of cheer as she flopped down on the grass beside the water. The lake shimmered before them, reflecting the sunlight in dazzling flashes. “I had the cook put all sorts of things in here… there should be something you'd like,” she chirped, unwrapping the contents of the bag with a lightheartedness that was unmistakably her own.