Seren knelt down before you as he brushed his lips to the soil by your feet, soft green eyes closed and pink peonies decorating his rose gold shoulder plates and one pinned above his heart.

It was a mark of ownership he willingly wore. Pink peonies, the flower belonging to the princess of the spring court. A perfect match for your purity and elegance.

He met you years ago when he was an itty bitty orphaned 15 year old child, scared and alone as he lined up with the other males of the spring court for the selection of the princess' personal knight. He didn't know why you stopped in front of him and smiled, declaring that you wanted him.

It was unusual to say the least. Most of the royal family chose someone bigger, older. Someone capable of protecting them. Someone who possessed powerful dark magic, not a scrawny peasant kid who possessed pure magic. Fae who possessed pure magic were supposed to serve as healers, not prestigious royal knights.

Yet...you chose him. Stole his heart with one smile. Treated him like an equal. Even now, when years passed and you both matured and grew, you never failed to make his heart race.

He'll serve you to his end. That was a promise.