This is a private roleplay between me and Nevermore. Anyone is free to follow along but please refrain to this post if you are not either of us. Thank you!

An arrogant third prince, who wants nothing to do with the political intrigue of the throne finds himself at odds with the not only the very family he was born into, but the people who are suppose to serve him.

A knight who though born into hardship, was able to rise the ranks into the royal guard. Diligent, and observant, He can be considered a Knight above the rest

So how does a knight and a prince go from from strangers to something possibly more?

A Fantasy Royal Knight X Prince semi-lit roleplay

It was cold that morning, a chill nipped at Arno's cheek as he shut his eyes tight, curled up under the layers of furs and blankets on top of his bed. With one hand, he pulled up the blankets over his head while with his other he fished around in his bed. Contrary to last night, his bed mate was now gone, what time they left was anyone's guess but his own. Arno had no real attachments to any of the lucky people who were allowed to share a bed with him, but he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness when he realized he wasn't able to leach of their body heat that freezing morning. One of the good few reasons to keep someone over during this time of year.

Light beamed into the room as the shutters to his room opened noisily. Arno curled into himself further at the action, an agitated groan filled the room as he buried deeper in his bed. Last night was... Eventful, to say the least. He had slipped away to less than savory private party at some lower nobleman's estate, who knows where, and returned back who knows when, resulting in what was now the consequences of his actions: a splitting headache. Not that he hadn't dealt with worse in the early morning hours. He just hoped that him and his now long gone companion had gotten at least a reasonable amount of sleep.

" Your highness, It's time for you to wake up, his majesty the king has requested your presence at breakfast this morning."

Arno recognized that voice, his favorite(read: not), maid had come to fetch him. Curt but soft spoken, Ange was bit of a contradiction in that sense. Never afraid to go toe to toe against him, but always polite to the rest of "lovely" family. Though, he really wouldn't want her to be any other way with him. It felt real compared to the fake sounding pleasantries the rest of the royal servants would smother him and his family with. Still didn't mean he was thrilled to be woken up.

" Five more minutes Ange or I swear my family with have to face a spirit instead of their beloved son and brother."

" You highness, you're already late as it is, get up before I have to drag you out myself. I'll help you dress and down to the dining room, then you can fall asleep in your meal if you so choose."

Arno grumbled before he clumsily untangled himself from sheets, begrudgingly presenting himself before the petite girl to dress him. Ange would make quick work of him, chastising him the whole process before leading him to his family. She always did good work of dressing him, picking outfits that would complement him that day, so he could never truly complain. he was particularly fond of the rich navy waist coat with gold embroidery she had chosen. Following her lazily like a dog, Arno wanted nothing more than to get this breakfast over and done with so he could sleep the day away.

The gentle breeze swayed the shutters on the windows, a pale yellow light filtered in and played on the wooden floors. He laid on the stiff bed in his cool sheets. One foot was sticking out and his back had a cold sweat. He hated being hot and yet he just radiated it. His hand groomed through his bright orange hair. He didn't want to get up. It was earlier than most of the palace workers but that was the life of a guard. At least he'd gotten away from the pesky night shift. He had just one thin blanket over his bed, the standard for the guard quarters. Finally, Knox got up. He pulled his shirt over his head, and started to button up the jacket to his uniform. He brushed his hair, and zipped up his dark brown knee-high boots. He gazed down at his scuffed up boots and sighed. Perhaps he should oil those when he got off shift that night.

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The morning was foggy, cloaking the forest and the town that surrounded him. The sun's rays were cold, and unfriendly. His breath bellowed around him and the only other sound that Knox could hear other than his footsteps as his flat-soled shoes hit the sticks was a mourning dove. The morning star still shone above the man as he walked along the stone wall separating the palace from the dark oak forest. His blue eyes scanned around him for any sort of movement. Frost clung to the trees, masking them in a white frosting. Once he hit the dirt path into the courtyard he turned, and towering before him was the palace. It was breathtaking, truly. The guards quarters were outside of the wall, pushed into the forest a bit, hidden from any stray wanderers. Just like the maids, the guards were all closely knit and knew everyone's business (thanks to the maids running mouths). Knox didn't pay any attention to that, it wasn't useful, nor a good way to spend his time. A mutual nod was established between Knox and a graveyard shift guard as they passed, bumping shoulders gently. He wanted to tell the man to sleep well, but he kept his mouth shut. Discussions weren't permitted during shift changes, and for good reason.

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His footsteps echoed around the empty foyer of the palace as he walked through the entryway. The smell of the royals breakfast cooking drifted through the walls like a ghost teasing him. He wouldn't eat until noon, and even that was a half hour break that he'd get to eat. It was a hard life, but at least he had a job, a roof over his head and didn't need to plow a field every morning. He didn't need to be in his spot guarding a side entrance for another hour or so, so he and a group of other guards stood in the corridor, making small talk. Well, the others were. Knox instead listened to them clucking like a bunch of hens to the maids that had come to join them. He stood on the outskirts of the circle, listening while gazing up at the painting on the ceiling. The one maid that Knox knew the name too passed by, stopping to shoo the gaggle of people in the middle of the way. “Go to your positions. The prince is about to get up. I'm on my way now.” Knox tore his eyes from the painting, and looked at Ange. He nodded and he followed his assigned partner to their positions. They overlooked the garden, which was a lovely view, but it was ever so boring. He leaned against the cool stone of the palace, and crossed his muscular arms over his chest. “Maybe today will be the day something exciting will happen.” He mumbled, his eyes scanning the grounds in front of him.