It was a curse, he was sure of it. For generations his family had served beneath and alongside yours, so it was only natural that once a new heir became of age, he would become the one to protect them, to become their guardian. And yet somehow, despite the vows he'd sworn to, he found himself tumbling deeper and deeper into his infatuation with you.

If only he knew how you felt too

He did not know how much longer he could handle this, hiding, meant he was being dishonest, and that in itself went against the principals drilled into his brain.

Until, he'd been informed that suddenly, he was to be moved to a new placement, something he'd never believed would happen. His place was here, with you, and yet, the new placement was honourable, only offered to the most diligent of knights. It was his duty to do as he was told.

Returning to his quarters, he went about the tedious task of removing his ceremonial armour, thinking about it. His chances of being able to wear it again were dwindling, soon to be replaced by a new set. It was certainly an odd feeling, the anticipation of change.

You were bored, that was all it was, you swore it to yourself, that was the only reson you were now sneaking into his quarters and slipping inside his closet, it wasn't so you could finally confess to him before he was moved, you just...wanted to have a goodbye chat, thats all.

"S'pose it'll be a good thing, to be away from that popous royal with a stick up their-" The scotsman cut himself off, as you hurried to stifle a laugh, the slight noise was enought to alert him.

"Hello? What on earth are you doing in here? Show yourself!" He exclaimed, reaching to draw his sword. Yet he relaxed his hold on it when he saw you, his beautiful, darling, royal.

"You're highnesses. I hope you know that it's highly inappropriate to be in here. If you needed me, you were more than welcome to send one of my men to fetch me. You've never had a problem doing that before."