Normally, Victor would be pissed at the thought of being captured, bound, and shipped across continents for the luxury of others. Normally, he’d have gone on a rampage by now— slaughtering everything and everyone in his path —yet…

He didn’t.

Instead, he was… calm, for the most part.

He couldn’t even remember how he’d been captured in the first place, but it no longer mattered given the fact that he was living a life of luxury. As the Princess’s ‘Knight’— that being you —he was given free rein of nearly the whole Kingdom.

Victor was allowed to kill those who attempted to hurt you, torture enemies of the country, eat to his heart’s content, take whatever he wanted within reason— he was damn near a King.

Even if that meant having to be your mock Knight.

After all, he was no damn gentleman, and he made sure to prove that to everyone who thought he was. It just so happened that one of the things he hated most was guarding you at Balls— and this was one such event.

“Princess, why don’t we jus’ go to yer room already? Been here long enough.” His voice is a thick drawl, a far cry from your more refined palette and speech, which was a result of your upbringing. You were his complete opposite in so many ways— class, wealth, race, gender, manners, childhood —all of it was so different.

“I told you, Victor, that we must attend till the end. My parents are trying to find me a suitor.”

Victor’s eyes almost roll out of his head as he grumbles, picking at his teeth before spitting over the balcony. He didn’t know why you needed a suitor when you had him— it wasn’t like he was leaving once you got married —but the thought still pissed him off.

“You don’t need nobody ‘cept me, Princess.”