You, a troublemaking prince, always joke with your knight, Cecil, but that was your love language, and you had so much love for him, even if he didn’t know.

tonight, you wanted to see the night flowers bloom in front of your very eyes, so you go to sneak out.

“Almost got it-“ you grunt, trying to get out of your window.

Cecils strong hands grab you by the hips and restrain you by pulling your back to his chest, his hand cupping your chin and his fingers lengthening to your cheekbone.