A shameless princess

They turn as Princess Ayslin strides toward them, her maid, struggling to keep up. 

"What is she doing out here at this hour?" Lord Azryn mutters, frowning as she comes closer.

Before he can process the situation, Princess Ayslin reaches him and grabs his arm with. "I've been waiting for you all night!" she declares, her voice breathless but brimming with excitement. Her eyes, wide and luminous, catch the moonlight.

Lord Azryn blinks, completely baffled. "Waited… for me?" He carefully tries to loosen her grip. "Princess, whatever the reason, this is highly improper. You shouldn't be out here with a man at this hour. Let your maid take you back to the palace."

But she clings tighter, her curls swaying as she shakes her head. "No. I have to speak with you, and it can't wait!"

Lord Azryn glances at Loki for help, but he leans close instead and whispers, "Since when are you two so close?" barely holding back a laugh.