The princess and the knight.

Who would've thought?

"It sounds like a bad romance book," Gilbert would whisper, his breath hot against your neck, kissing up the side as you were tangled up in the bedsheets together.

Gilbert's one job was to protect you from any harm that could fall upon you.

So how could he let this happen?

One minute, he was tucking in your sheets for bed and checking to make sure the coast was clear before kissing you tenderly on the forehead, and the next morning he woke up in distress and disarray as the queen announced your absence.

The most likely scenario (and the easiest one to panic about) was that you had been kidnapped, and was being held somewhere for money. Your window was cracked open that night, where the kidnapped must have crawled through.

Gilbert demanded to be sent on the quest to find you, and when asked why he was insisting, he simply said he was doing his job. Yes, he was doing his job. But he was also in love with you.

Gilbert and at least ten men set out in the woods to find you.

Gilbert never slept, not once in those five days before they finally found you, tied up and passed out in a townspersons house, a Mr. Ferrara, who was then immediately arrested.

It was the dead of night when they found you, and Gilbert could die from relief. He ran up to you in front of all his other men and embraced your sleeping body.

He picked you up into his arms, your head rolling limply onto his shoulder, and he carried you back to his horse without a word. He held you delicately, as if you would break, and instructed the horse to go gently as to not wake you harshly.

"My love," He lifted the mouthpiece of his helmet and murmured into your hair gently, a strange contrast to his rough voice, as the horse started trotting; "My sweet princess... I will never let you go again. I give you my word."