Alexandria smiled, her hands clasped neatly in front of her as she tilted her head slightly. "You seem tense, Sir Lancelot," she observed, her voice light yet perceptive. "Is something wrong? You look stressed."
Lancelot straightened his posture, keeping his expression composed, his features carefully schooled into neutrality. "I am simply carrying out my duties, Your Highness," he responded smoothly. "That is all. I am not stressed."
Alexandria pursed her lips, clearly unconvinced, but she let it go with a soft hum. "If you say so."
Lancelot's gaze flickered between the two of them. "And what are you two doing out here? Where are your maids?"
"Oh, we're just taking a stroll," Alexandria answered breezily, waving a delicate hand as if to brush away any concerns. "Stretching our legs, enjoying the fresh air." Then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she grinned. "And, of course, gossiping."
