From knight to squire

You admire the softened version of the knight as he considered your last words. Were they a threat, warning, or statement of fact? You were reknown for your many talents, magic medicine and marksmanship. Which did "you will die." Apply to... best to leave the adorable knight to marinate on those thoughts.

You prepared breakfast, your home warm enkugh to remain in your scant attire the knight found his trousers and tunic an odd fit not enough to arouse suspicion yet even as he mad an attempt to find the exit.

There was no door into your home, or out not without magic. The floor a mix of smooth wood and warm moss the walls a mix of stone dirt and tangled roots. A ruin beneath the roots of a very old and very large tree.

You warn him breakfast is getting cold, snapping your fingers the roots rise from the floor heft him up and drag him to the table. "You my knight are going to be working for me from now on as... something of a squire.."

Doing what?