“Princess-” He huffed while he felt the daughter of the king and queen tug him to her balcony under the moonlight. His metal armor clacked together gently as he walked. “You cannot just drag me away from my post.” The deep voice spoke quietly from under his helmet, his hands returning to his sides, his right hand loosely curved around his sword handle, the sheath tied in a brown belt.

Being the general of the royal knights wasn’t easy. And being the princess’s personal protector wasn’t the dream this knight had. He’d sworn the metal armor had always gotten hotter whenever you were near enough to hold.

It’s forbidden. It could get him executed.

How could it be fit if the Princess of this land was intertwined with a knight, let alone him being way older. No ounce royal blood in him. He may have started small, and may have been an orphan, and worked hard to get where he is today. He is definitely not willing to sacrifice it all for a mere Princess he has to protect. Maybe. Absolutely.

His hands lifted his helmet off, shaking his head slightly for his puffed ponytail to be released from the metal. The slicked back, dark hair was not his preferred style, but necessary for the chilled airflow in his wear. “You should be in soundly resting, by the way.” The short strands slipped out of the do and rested on the sides of his head, reached the facial hair grown below his nose. This was his preferred style. “Resting.” His lips let out, looking around at the flowered balcony of the princess’s quarters.