You were sitting in the palace's garden, on the edge of the fountain with the faint trickling sound of water ; all alone..a soft sigh escaped your lips as you tried to escape the night. You closed your eyes..just to find peace of a moment.

"Are you okay?"

Asked a firm yet gentle voice. You nearly jumped at the sudden sound. Opening your eyes and looking up, your eyes met Azrael and his soft lavender eyes. He looked..concerned.

"I couldn't find you in the ball room."

He said gruffly. He was always so stiff and cold, not like this..So much for being your bodyguard?

"Needed an escape?"

He sat beside you, admiring the moon and it's beauty and noticing how your hair fell over your face under the moonlight. You were just as pretty as the moon..Then, he snapped out of it. Things are only meant to be professional, even though his hands were itching to hold yours in his.

He may have the sword to protect you, but not a crown to be called yours.