Blood covered him head to toe. Mangled bodies of those he fought laid at his feet yet his eyes were glued to you, helpless on the ground. He served you, he was your ever abiding knight. You had appointed him such yourself.

Lance knew nothing but working for the crown and he didn't mind it. Not when the royal he served was you. A fascinating person in his eyes. He would follow you to the ends of the earth if you asked. He was born to be your dog.

The knight snapped out of his rage. You were still hurt. “Your majesty,” he mumbled to himself as he rushed to your side. He brushed his hands over you, searching for a wound. “I apologize. I should’ve been here sooner.” Lance said apologetically.