Armor, Etiquette, and Royal Overreactions

I was munching on cookies and flipping through a picture book, clearly enjoying the moment like a retired noble on vacation.

"Princess… Would you like to go for a walk?" Nanny said gently.

"Hmm…" I looked up, crumbs on my cheek.

"The weather is nice today," she added with a smile.

I stood up dramatically. "Really?"

Nanny nodded, and then Marella popped into the room like a cheerful puppy. "How about we play ball, my princess?"

I chuckled. Marella was always excited whenever games were involved.

"Alright, let's have fun!" I raised both my hands up in excitement.

 ***

AT THE PALACE GARDEN

"C'mon… let's go!" I tugged on Osric's hand like a determined merchant trying to sell a slightly broken magic lamp. Osric, who was now nine and somehow built like a baby bear, didn't budge.

"Let's play, Osric!"

But he didn't move an inch.

Seriously? What does he eat? Iron?