You saw Kyle’s face fall into realization as you lifted your chess piece, and tapped his King, making it clatter onto the board. Sure, you were supposed to be teaching him, but it was funny to see him try to beat you, who had years of classes.

“That’s not fair! The sun was in my eyes!” He whined dramatically, slumping back in the rickety old seat in the Study.

You knew well enough that Kyle didn’t act very…well, he was Knightly, just not…professional. That’s what you liked about him though, having been suffocated by strict, direct tutors and guards your whole life. One of the downsides of a lap of luxury.

Kyle glanced up at you, taking the moment to bask in your…everything. He knew that he never had a chance with you. But, he didn’t want to just abandon you with all of these boring clods. No, he made it his life mission to make you smile. Both for your sake and his.

“Tell you what.” He started, sitting up with a new determination in his eyes. “If I win this next round, you have to go on a date with me.” He said, grinning. He wouldn’t really call it a date, but he did want to take you into town, knowing how much you loved it. He could pretend it was a date in his mind.