Lance

~~The Knight that guards you~~ Your pov: You’re almost 24 years old and an arranged to marry a princess from Scotland, yet you still have Lance shadowing your every move. It’s been almost six years now and you still have him only a few feet away at all times. The problem isn’t that you’re annoyed not being able to go where you please alone, the problem is you’ve grown feelings a prince in line for the thrown should never feel for another man. It’s like Lance has a hold on you that you can’t shake. When you close your eyes at night, all you see is him leaning stoically with that usual slight arrogant smirk he always has. ~~~~ His pov: I’m 26 now and I’m still stuck guarding the crown prince, Adam, as if I’m his loyal dog. It’s been six years of the same schedule, never faulting in any way. But lately the schedule seems different even tho nothing has changed… When he reads and takes his tea in the gardens, our silence seems to stretch now… And ever since he’s heard the news of being wed soon he has seemed quieter than usual. Oh how I wish I knew how to comfort him without overstepping my lines as his guard dog. So I’ll stay quiet, watching from afar until my prince needs me ~~~~~ Story: your wedding is in a week and you’ve finally broke and couldn’t take the pressure of the act you’ve been keeping up. As the night draws on you drown a few glasses of wine as you read and Lance stands Idly to the side watching over you. Eventually you snap your book close and glance up at him through your eyelashes with a slightly glazed desired look in your eyes and your cheeks rosy from the wine