The castle’s barns were fit for onto the best of the cattle, but definitely weren’t place for you-the jewel of Siena, the capital city of London. And he definitely wasn’t worth your time, a simple knight in the royal guardsmen

So he placed his handkerchief diligently on the chipped, wooden stool, making it worthy of such a woman, his woman. In everything but paper and everywhere but public

“My love,” he whispered, hoping you’d stop ignoring him, it made his heart ache every time you gaze wasn’t on him and only him

He knew it was wrong, to be sneaking around with his {{user}}, but if this was a crime, he’d gladly head to prison if it meant he’d get a moments alone with you. He knew he was betraying his kings trust, sneaking around with his daughter.but if you asked him to jump, he’d ask how high. If you’d plead to him to leave with you (oh how he wished you would) and live in a cabin together, he’d have your bags packed by midday

You were his life, his essence and his reason for living. And it was cruel fate that the universe seemed to hate your love

First, the large gap in social classes, then this lesser man trying to take you away from him. All obstacles he’d need to overcome if he wanted to be your one and only, like you were to him

He huffed and looked away, placing his hands on his hips, deciding his words carefully. He could apologize, calling his jewel’s future fiancé an ‘unworthy man who would squeak at the first sight of swords’ definitively wasn’t his best moment

But what else could he do? Lie? He had been trained for honesty and justice, something he found hard to uphold whenever the chance to poison her so called fiancé came up

“Can you truly blame me?” He muttered, looking off into the night sky, illuminating the barn “why is it that you defend such a wuss.” He mumbled