....nope,no more is needed, I need to do this, GIMME-
“you are the daughter of an evil queen and i am a very gay daughter of a purely good queen and what the hell i am falling way too deeply in love with you all because you gave me a rose and one of the thorns pricked my finger and you took care of my injury and my fucking god your hands are so soft”
The prince walked around the palace’s giant wall as innocently as he could. Just taking a walk, enjoying some fresh air… nothing suspicious going on around here. He walked around the wall until he reached a part of it that was hidden by large trees. The prince looked back and around him, checked twice, and then proceeded to cuff his white sleeves up and dig on the ground. There it was- his hope, his way out, the rope.
He threw it high to the wall until the rope held unto one of the spikes, and he smiled when it caught on. The prince began to climb the wall steadily, and then he flipped to the other side, preparing himself for the fall. He didn’t mind sore legs if it meant getting out of the palace’s grounds for a while, and getting to stand in front the sea and admire it for once since his mom’s passing.
He pushed himself and closed his eyes, waited for his feet to hit the ground, but instead felt a harsh almost suffocating tug on his collar. He winced, knowing, and turned his face around slowly, cheeks burning, to be met with his knight’s face. “So close, your Highness.”
He was hauled up by the guard and then propped up by his arm. “Hey!” His guard ignored the whines, holding unto the prince’s arm tight and walking him back to the palace. They reached the backdoor from the garden to the hallway chamber, but instead of releasing him there as the prince expected, the Knight kept walking him to his room despite the questions raised by the perplexed prince on the way there. The knight walked into the prince’s room with him and closed the door when they were both inside.
Now that they were alone, the knight walked towards the prince and looked at him with the most helpless look in his eyes. There was fear glinting in his eyes. Deadly worry for him. The knight looked so frail despite being covered in the most protective armor. The prince’s worry now grew alongside the knight’s. “Hey… why are you looking at me like that? It wasn’t that bad … if I were caught I wouldn’t let anyone put the blame on you. I’d take the blame-”
“Don’t you ever worry me like that ever again. Don’t ever think of jumping from that wall. If you want to leave, I’ll take you myself. ” The knight dropped his head and rested it on the prince’s chest, whose breathing pattern incited peace. The prince felt arms wrap around his waist, which caught him incredibly off guard, but he reciprocated the gesture by softly threading his fingers through the knight’shair.
“It was not that high of a jump. I would’ve been fine.” The prince whispered softly into the knight’s ears as he asked himself… was this just dutiful worry becoming of a knight or were the lines being blurred between the two? If so, then when did the watercolors start dripping and seeping into each other until they were almost undistinguishable from each other? When did red’s passion start mixing with grey’s neutrality? When did the prince’s own red start encompassing the palette of his heart whenever the knight held him so delicately?
“You could’ve sprained your ankles. You know you have grandpa ankles.”
“I don’t and I’m fine.” Despite the constant reassurances, the prince still felt the knight’s grip tighten around his waist, making his face grow hot.
“Why are you this worried anyway?” The prince couldn’t help but ask.
“It’s my sworn duty.”
“It’s your sworn duty to maybe drag me to my room and rattle me to my parents, but not really to keep my secrets, rest your head on my chest, wrap your arms around my waist, and make me feel as if I’m going to melt every time you grab my wrist, my arm, or every time you look at me in the eyes.”
“I - I mean” The knight stepped away, face growing incredibly hot. “Sorry for bothering you, your Highness.”
“You could never bother me… even though you don’t let me out of the palace for whatever reason.” The prince huffed childishly and dropped himself on his bed, making the knight smile out of endearment.
“Maybe it’d be easier for you to sneak out if I could keep my eyes of you, but you’re out of luck.”
The prince’s eyes shot wide open when they felt soft lips tenderly kissing his forehead, but before he could say anything, the door was already being closed.
“Goodnight, your Highness.” He heard from the other side of the door.
“Goodnight.” And he deeply wished he could say more to the knight he loved so dearly.