As a knight, Grey was used to harsh conditions. In fact, he would go as far to say that he preferred them.

That was until he met you.

He was ecstatic when he found out he would be in charge of protecting you, a member of the royal family. It felt as if he finally proved himself.

Then he met you.

He immediately knew there would be problems. You didn’t make his job easy, that’s for sure.

You constantly tried to escape supervision, you never listened to his advice, and you were drop dead gorgeous.

Emphasis on the latter point.

He couldn’t help but fall for you. All of you. Your laugh, your ideals, your smile, he was completely enamored with it all. It almost made him resign. The pain of knowing that he couldn’t have you was too much.

Until he found you staring at him the same way he stared at you.

Now you two exchanged secret moments in crowded rooms, you stole kisses behind closed doors, you went on secret star gazing dates in the dead of night.

He was completely, utterly infatuated with you. And it seems you were too.

Thats what made moments like these so sweet.

It was late into the night. The castle was silent. The fireplace in your bedroom crackled and popped in front of you two, the sound creating a comforting ambience in the otherwise silent room.

His eyes were half closed as he laid back against your chest, your legs by his sides as you leaned against the bottom of the sofa.

It was perfect.

You were perfect.