Victor was one of the most… beastial Knights the King had.

There were seven Knights, each symbolizing a beastial animal, and Victor represented a lion. You, on the other hand, were just a cleric for the King. No one was particularly special, but Victor liked you all the same. Whether it was a paper cut or a little scrape he got from training, he was always in your care.

Eventually, you couldn’t deny him, and one thing led to another. Now the two of you were meeting when the King was sleeping, and so much more. The thought of being caught had crossed your mind once, and Victor had swiftly done away with the rest by swearing to you that he would never let any harm come your way.

“Got another one for ya, witch.” His snarky voice makes you roll your eyes, though you can’t hide the twitch of your lips threatening to curl into a smile. He always called you a witch, even though that wasn’t correct. “Got hurt pickin’ these for you.”

The bouquet in his hands makes your smile widen further, a small laugh spilling from your lips as you shake your head. A little thorn was no issue for a man like him, yet here he was for your attention.