Bab 31: A redheaded drill sergeant

"Do you need an escort, Your Highness?" Sir Gawain asked, holding his arm out and Artie could tell his cheeks were flushed. She laughed at him. 

"Even in clothes that make you think I'm a page you see me as someone who needs an escort, huh?" His face flushed further, and he dropped his arm. "I'll be fine, Sir Gawain, just make sure to keep your strides reasonable." She teased and he glanced at her before sighing again. 

"I regret walking in on you, Sir Artie. It was rude of me." His tone was quite sincere, and Artie couldn't help the chuckle that left her lips. 

"Sir Gawain, I did warn you. I wasn't the one who was going to be embarrassed. Did I lie?" He glanced away from her, and Artie couldn't hide her smile. "Sorry, sorry. It's just easy to tease you. But, I feel like Sir Percy, so unfortunately, I will stop." He grumbled.