He smiles
"...Thanks..."
"so... what do you do all day?"
"Well-I'm a swan during the day so-not much, frankly..."
"Oh- makes sense... what do swans do then?"
"Mostly...swim in the lake...I-get to fly...not far but-that's something, at least..."
"oh, sounds boring... you get any visitors?"
"Ah-well-one-" They hear footsteps and his eyes widen, body tensing
"Y-You have to leave!"
"wh-"
-he stands up and hides behind a bush on the other side of the lake, his hand on his knife.. just in case anything happens-
Someone steps into the clearing, smirking
???: "Greetings, 'Your Highness'..."
-he watches cautiously, squinting to see them better-
