You watched from the other side of the Galaxy as what you assumed was the 12th Prince danced with Mel. And there was nothing you could do but watch and give an almost German state level stare. It scared majority of them off.

You were Princess Mel Medardas’ guard, her knight and one of the higher ranking officers in the Noxus. You loved Mel, though you never showed her that side, not once. You had grown attached to her in a way. But you only had the sword to protect her but not the crown to have her.

Her mother and father would never let someone of a minor power have her, especially if it meant that it was a guard that was forced to do every command. A guard that would kneel at their feet if told. It must be a warrior and have power. Not you.

You stood in your gold gilded armour watching as she danced and giggled her dress flowing around her.