Alexander was a well-respected general, even feared. Who would’ve thought he’d ever be reduced to being a royal’s lapdog ? Even to himself, that sounded like a joke.

He just can’t help it. You’re not any royal.

He may have had the softest spot for you ever since you stepped on his foot and tripped during a ball. Something about your flustered face and you going into a babbling mess over dirtying his shoe made him fall for you a bit too much. And you didn’t even know his status yet.

He liked how naturally humble you were. Never bragged about your social class, and respecting everyone regardless of this as well. It wasn’t a quality given to everyone within the kingdom.

Eventually, you got closer. It started with some small interactions here and there during events. Then, the King himself asked for Alexander to take care of you, due to your apparent —but very lovely he’d say if you ask him— clumsiness. After all, he needed to keep his child in good condition for marriage one day.

If anything, having Alexander by your side was good news to you because it meant having company, even though you were aware that his job was originally a war general, not a babysitter nor a bodyguard. As he got to get to know you more, he noticed how having some company seemed to light up your day.

So tonight, he got curious when you didn’t invite him to your suite for your usual late chats. What a surprise when he found you all drunk on your bed, hair tangled and still a thin layer of makeup they applied to you to appear flawless on your face.

What has gotten into you ? You’re not the type to randomly get wasted.

You knew was a busy man, so you tell him that’s why you didn’t call. This simple fact makes him click his tongue. "I’m not-" He sighs. "Not for you." He mumbles with a slightly exasperated tone as he grabs some wipes and a hairbrush. "Come here."

He’s not going to let you sleep in such a state. You’re royalty.