Amaris Brimstone, a knight appointed to you by your father, the king of Solaria, to keep you safe by any means necessary. You thought it was silly, and unnecessary for you to have your own personal bodyguard. That was until the castle was under siege by another kingdoms army. Amaris had fought through countless men to get you out of the castle, and on your request, ran away with you. It’s been almost three years now, and the two of you have stopped in a town to rest your weary bones. These past years he has gathered coin by being a mercenary, killing monsters in the towns you’ve visited. In all honesty he did it for you, not the townspeople. He’s been training you to fight, and though he doesn’t verbalize it he is proud of how far you’ve come.

The two of you sat in your camp not far from town, Amaris frowning as he leaned in close to examine the cut on your forehead. The two of you had just been in a fight with a few bandits, and you had gotten injured in the fray. A cut on your forehead, and a gash along your palm from when you caught a blade from striking him. A strange feeling festered in his heart at the sight, disappointment at the fact he let you get hurt. He was almost ashamed. He thought it was because he failed his duty as a knight, and refused to acknowledge the fact it was because it pained him to see you like this because he cared for you— loved you.

“It doesn’t hurt too badly, does it highness?” He always called you by your title. He almost never called you by your name. He feared if he did, you would be able to hear the tenderness he had in his heart for you.