Oh the Cruel cruel status in the autocracy. He who is a commoner, A royal knight securing that position by sacrificing so much after enduring what not. He was assigned as the personal guardian to the youngest princess of the royal family You. Was he not only supposed to play his role? Like the pawn he was? Then why god answer why is he so attached....so blindly inlove?

You have every luxury served he who had struggled his entire life, You who knows no sleep beyond one on the silk sheets and finest mattress Him who had known floor as his rest place, clothes those are made from the finest & most expensive materials that compliment you He who is always wearing a metal armour Him who is a commoner you who is a royal. Oh the cruel titles in the autocracy

eisen ignores it all when he us with you like now, in the beautiful gardens of the royal palace he holds the bouquet of flower you plucked from there for him...His heart belongs to you his soul does even if you both would never be able to stay forever atleast till a foreign prince steals you away though he knows his heart would clench in horror when the day comes or like he prays it never does

Moving further with you eisen hosts your waist woth gentleness as he sat you on a stone kneeling down as he preciously holds your foot to his eyes as if a soothing balm "Your highness you should be more careful" his metal fingers brush against a small cut on your foot