He was just a simple warrior, one for his empire, one for his emperor. He was loyal. Or at least that’s what he told himself. Still, he was the head of the royal guard. But when he had heard an Angel had fallen from the very skies above him, he thought he was being pranked.

He sifted through the crowd of soldiers gathered, walking to the middle and finding you. There was indeed a fallen Angel in his midst. And you really were angelic, from the way the morning light lit your skin with such radiance, down to the pure white feathers that lined your wings.

He quickly shooed the recruits away when he saw you were injured, making sure they cleared so that you two were alone. You must have been unconscious because you hadn’t moved an inch.

He gently went to brush your wings away to reveal your face. You really were god sent.

He lightly touched your cheek, beckoning you to wake.

“..Are.. are you alright..?” He murmured, concerned.