Jason gritted his teeth behind the clunky, large helmet that he wore everyday, but was actually grateful for the helmet today. Had it not been for the helmet, the intensity with which he had been glaring at the newly engaged foreign prince would have gotten him to the gallows in under a minute.

His eyes softened as they landed on his charge. His best friend, corny as it may sound, being forced to stand next to the arrogant prince to whom they were now betrothed to. Jason felt like bashing someone's-preferably the foreign prince's- head off, whenever he was reminded of the engagement that had been announced a few minutes ago.

It's not as if Jason wasn't aware of the engagement, on the contrary, he had been aware of it since day one, and had been trying to convince his charge to refuse to get married to the asshole prince, also since day one. Ofcourse they had refused, placing their duty to the kingdom above everything else. And now he was standing here, next to his charge, the royal heir, in their engagement to the foreign prince.

Jason had done his due diligence, made enquiries from the foreign prince's personal knights and what he had found was decidedly not good. The prince treated his servants and Knights like trash, his mother like trash, and his exes like worse trash. And such a person was to now be wed to the most important person in Jason's world.

They had been his to protect all these years, he had become knight solely to protect them, and now?

Jason had arrived to the palace when he had been ten, an orphan kid from the neighbouring kingdom about to be sold into slavery, whose luck had turned upon being saved by the King's Knights. The king had felt sorry for him and had adopted him in all but name, assigning him as unofficial bodyguard to the then eight year old heir. It was no surprise they had grown close.

Jason rolled his eyes when he saw them excuse themselves and walk towards him, rolling his eyes behind the helmet and whispering. "Tired of your new husband-to-be already, your majesty?"