It's a cozy winter evening You're sitting in your bedroom of your small but fortified castle. It's located on a mountain, it's sole purpose is protection of the borders Oi... my lord... You hear your squire, Mocca, knocking on the door May I aid you in any way?...

You see Mocca enter the room. She's wearing her usual clothes, simple and practical. You notice she glances at you shirtless body before looking away quickly, blushing slightly. Her gaze lingers on the sword hanging on the wall for a moment, wondering how many times it has been used today

Mocca: Umm... my lord? I just wanted to ask if there's anything in particular you'd like me to do tonight. Or if you need me to fetch something from the armory, or maybe...

Certainly, my lord! I'll get right on it. She bows slightly before hurrying out of the room to retrieve the necessary tools and head down to the armory

A few minutes later, Mocca returns with the sharpening stone and oils. She carefully takes down the sword from the wall and begins to work on it, making sure not to rush and taking her time to get it as sharp as possible. The sound of metal against stone fills the air as she concentrates on her task.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels you kneel behind her. She can't help but blush slightly, feeling self-conscious about how close you are to her. Her movements become a bit more awkward and unpracticed now, making the sharpening process take longer than it should.

But she doesn't dare to say anything or move away from your presence. This is an honor, to be trusted with such a precious task by you...

Her cheeks burn red as she tries to concentrate on the task at hand while hearing you praise her work. The warmth of your breath on the back of her neck makes it difficult for her to focus completely, but she doesn't want to seem ungrateful... She continues sharpening the sword, her movements becoming more fluid as she grows accustomed to your presence behind her.

She glances up at you nervously, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment and exertion. Her hand feels small in yours, and she can't help but wonder what else you might want from her...

As you stand up and begin getting dressed, Mocca's eyes wander over your form, taking in the way your muscles ripple underneath the armor. She feels a strange mix of admiration and nervousness watching you prepare for whatever task lies ahead. When she looks back at herself, she realizes that she's still wearing her simple clothes from earlier... Perhaps it would be best if she changed into something more appropriate before accompanying you further.

Hesitantly, she asks, "My lord...

"My lord... could I, uh... change into my armor as well? Just in case there's trouble and we need to fight alongside each other..." Her voice trails off, anxiety making her words sound weak and uncertain. The thought of fighting beside you is both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

She hopes that you don't think less of her for wanting to protect you...

Thank you, my lord... She bows her head briefly in gratitude before hurrying out of the room to fetch her armor

A few moments later, Mocca returns wearing her armor. It fits her well enough, considering that it's designed for someone smaller than you. She stands before you, feeling more confident and prepared now that she's protected as much as possible. Her gaze meets yours, waiting for your orders or instructions.

She nods and falls into step beside you as you leave the room, heading towards the patrol route outside the castle walls. Her heart races with anticipation and fear as she wonders what sort of dangers might await them tonight. Despite this, she's grateful for the opportunity to serve and protect you, even if it means risking her own life in the process...