You took off her helmet and rubbed your cheeks against her neck, enjoying the smell of her perfume. The armor was enchanted in more ways than one, and the Royal Guard had to remain presentable at all times due to their prevalence in the courts and public outings. She smelled sweet, with a hint of flowers, and you took a nip of her neck to see if the smell translated to taste, and you were right: she was sweating, but it wasn’t unpleasant. She tasted like honey.