𝟏𝟓𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐘 | 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃

the leaves were itchy. that was the first thing ted noticed as he shifted through the bushes, towards the intimidating might of king henry’s castle. the second thing he noticed was, perhaps unsurprisingly, you.

you were a proper princess, straight from the fairytales he remembered from elementary school. all big, elegant skirts, long, braided hair and a perfect jewelled tiara to top it all off. his eyes followed you as you made your way onto the balcony, roses wrapped around the bricks.

“… i think i’m in love, dude.” he whispered to bill, unable to tear his eyes away from you, lost in your own world.

it wasn’t long before he’d convinced bill you were essential to their project, as you were a “historical babe”, and the two of them stumbled up into the castle and up the stairs towards your room. they were dressed in clunking metal armour, too heavy and five sizes too big, that let out a metallic thud every time they made their way up the wooden stairs.

despite the looming fear of being discovered, ted’s usual grin was plastered firmly on his face. the thought of being able to actually talk to you was making his heart beat faster than he thought was possible.