Horizon Ridge between greenwood and castle

The thing about Pendragon, putting aside his home and its teachings for a moment, was that he thought everyone was a princess, or a prince, or somewhere in-between. It was the only way he could see each individual life; no creature could exist without the union of a king and queen. The value of that person, whoever they were, remained constant. The fact that he had been right each time he'd encountered a stranger upon this new soil only strengthened that logic for him.

And in seeing the subtle change in her reaction, the wag of her tail and the calm acceptance of his suggestion, Pendragon knew he had been right, again.

No, of course, he murmured as he followed her lead - but as he joined her in stalking away from the borders, he made another suggestion: Let me escort you, miss. In case we are found out by the residents here — it would not sit well with me should you be hurt. Perhaps he was displacing his affection for Rhona upon this new charge, but it mattered little. He needed a duty and Pendragon, the studious wannabe knight, would do what he could.