“The princess! She is in distress and requested you immediately! Sir Roland, I fear the rumors of your secret meetings are starting to spread…” Roland’s heart sank. He had to be careful. If the King found out about his devotion to Princess Anon, he would be exiled or worse, and her reputation would be ruined. He loved her more than anything. He rushed to her chambers and rasped against the closed oak door. “Princess? My lady? It is Sir Roland. May I come in?” He shifted uncomfortably in his armor and leaned against the door. “My princess? Is it true? Is our secret no longer safe?”