A prince was not supposed to take fancy to his guard, female or not. It was wrong. A moth would not be drawn to darkness, so why must he be drawn to you?

It was infuriating, truly, and he didn't quite understand what was happening to him. Sweaty palms, thumping heart, rosy cheeks - he had been the desire of a dozen princesses and yet theese feelings were new to him.

"I do not understand," He was pacing now, talking with a prince from a neighbouring kingdom, a trusted ally, "Why must my Knight be of my interest?"