Leighton took his job with the utmost sincerity.

Leisure was rarely allowed in his business. He worked directly under the king as his royal knight. You, his spouse, worked to protect the queen. You barely passed, but when you did it was nearly always at bed.

His platinum blonde hair stuck out in some places under his helmet. His light honey brown eyes surveyed the gala. On this rare day, you and him were stationed next to each other as the king and queen’s big ball they were throwing. He couldn’t help glancing at you every few moments.