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The sweet breeze brought with it the smells of the night. The fresh air that gently ruffled his hair, blowing through his uniform as he watched the stars gather in the sky, more and more popping up as the night drew on. Knox sat there identifying the constellations to himself. The moon hadn't risen yet, and he reckoned that when it did, he ought to go to bed, but instead his tray sat untouched next to him, growing ever so increasingly cold. It hadn't been necessarily warm before, but it wasn't anything but cold now. For the first time since he'd woken up, he allowed his shoulders to relax, the tension rolling off them like water running down a riverbank. He ignored the footsteps in the distance. He recognized the tapping of the guards boots. They had such an unquestionable sound to them from the flat soled, cheaply made boots that were so smooth on the bottom that Knox could go ice skating and not need blades. His gaze removed from the sky as he tilted his shoulders so he could glance and see what guard had left his post. It was a young man that had been there a week. How sad. He only lasted a week before he was wandering around aimlessly at night. His gaze traveled to the tray next to him. The beans no longer steamed, and the soup had a weird layer of what he'd assumed was it separating on top of it. He wasn't a picky eater, but it looked rather... questionable. He ignored the soup, and began to slowly eat the potatoes, embracing the silence that had settled around him in the dark blanket that was the night. - Know watched the moon rise, forgetting about time. Work? Tomorrow? Early? Nah, those weren't words he knew tonight. He closed his eyes, feeling the wind hit his face. His cheeks would have windburn for the next few days, but it was worth it to be sitting here alone, incased in his own thoughts. He needed to get his things ready for their departure. He wasn't sure when it would be, but it was soon, and he needed to bid his mother and siblings a fairwell. It would be hard to be so far away while his youngest brother was still growing up, but at last, it was time for a change in scenery. There was a pair of footsteps approching that he didn't recognize. He ignored those too. He was off duty, it wasn't his job to keep watch of the palace at night. Knox heard what sounded like an angry person breathing heavily. He turned his head, jaw to his shoulder as he glanced at whom stood behind him having a silent angry fit. Gosh, were all of the royals so... childish? "Knock some sense into me?" He mused, placing his piece of bread back on the tray, an eyebrow raised at the Princess and her brother. Troublemakers. They weren't supposed to be out this late. "That's cute." He said, sliding down off the wall, and ambled towards the pair. "Oh, don't be witless, your Majesty." He paused a few paces away from the pair, watching the princess with a small, yet respectful smile on his face. He chewed on his cheek ever so slightly as his blue gaze met Arnos. His head tilted towards as he gazed into the Prince's eyes for a moment before be rocked back onto his heels. "I'll be out of your way in just one moment." He dipped his head down before going into a half bow for the Princess. She was throwing quite the fight for her poor, embarrassed brother. Had she have no shame? His suprised gaze from the young womans outburst looked back at Arno, except Arno wasn't looking at Knox. He bit his lower lip and looked away towards the ground, embarrassed that he'd turned to the Prince to match his amusement in the situation. - He stood back, watching the Christine ever so angerly tell her brother off. "Hey now," Knox said, stepping closer to the pair. "The spot is yours." He held his hands up in a 'I surrender' motion, "But it's not his fault, I don't know why you are so mad at him.." He came yet another pace closer to them. The knight bent down and gently grabbed the corner of the blanket that was now dusty to pick it up off the ground. The quality of it was astonishing. This shouldn't be on the floor. "What about me?" He challanged, gazing down at the Princess. "Go on, I'd like to hear it." His playful smile was gone, replaced with a stern look. Knox leaned in towards her, meeting her eyes, holding eye contact and gently moving her out of the way. "You could catch a cold." Knox said, swinging the blanket around Arno and placing it over his shoulders. The knight then took the two corners and tied a knot from it like a cape. His eyes didn't dare glance up from where he tied his knot, face flushed. It was the windburn. He'd swear it was. He stepped back from the Prince, back straight as he looked back at the Princess. She too looked chilly, but not nearly as cold as Arno. His response was to remove his own guard jacket and place that around her shoulders. "I know that not eveyone will get along, but I hope that you will learn to show compassion for anyone, even if you don't like said person. It'll make your life a lot easier than being fueled with hatred." Knox, now in a thin white button up shirt that the wind went right through went back to collect his long forgotten tray. He was no longer in any sort of mood to eat. "Enjoy your meal." He said, looking above the Princess head, gaze meeting Arnos once again before dropping down to his jacket. He fixed the golden tassels on the left shoulder and made sure that the golden chains that adorned the chest wouldn't choke her. He hoped desperately that nothing happened to his coat as he silently walked away. - The first thing that Knox did as he got back into his quarters was hang his sword on its respective hook. He needed to find time to sharpen and polish it here soon. He sat on the edge of his bed, hands interlaced and resting on his knees. His firey red fringe fell over his eyes as he gazed down at the floor, wondering why he hadn't at least saved the potato and the bread. He'd thrown them out due to the policy of no food allowed in any of the quarters due to the abundance of mice and he'd broken enough rules today. Quietly Knox undid his tallboots, and stood up to place them under his sword on the wall before getting ready fully for bed. He blew out the candle that was on his bedside table and laid in the dark, gazing out the small window looking at the stars through the soot covered glass. |
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Gingerly bring a hand to the blankets tied around his shoulders, Arno could feel his face flush, something he could blame on the cold instead of the tenderness of Knox's action. Hands drifting towards his head, the prince could feel the heat radiating from his cheeks before he dragged them across his face with a heavy sigh. He wasn't a teenager who should be easily swayed by albeit simple but sweet actions like that. But here Arno was. Acting like a stupid teenager unsure if what exactly he was feeling was a crush or longing for affection he often deprived himself of. As for his sister, Christine's face had turned a deep shade of red. Whether it was out of embarrassment, anger, or some third thing, Arno wasn't entirely certain. Shaking silently in place, the princess's hands were curled tightly into fists, leaving the prince at a lost for what exactly he should do. " He's treating me like a child..." The princess stated through gritted teeth, taking in the jacket that had been placed on her her with furrowed brows, " Where does he get off talking to us like that! Just because he's a little older with a handsome face.... That's infuriating! I swear..." Arno couldn't help the stifled laugh he let out at his sister's comment. He had almost forgotten they had similar tastes when it came to people, much to his sister's dismay when he ended up with one of her many one sided puppy crushes that she couldn't act upon. But he should set things right between her and Knox, the Knight didn't deserve the princess's ire, and she was far to old to be falling for palace gossip like this. Squatting down in front of his sister, the prince bit his lip as he thought carefully on what exactly he should say before he carefully brought his brought his cold hands to her gloved ones, " Christie, I have no idea what extent the rumors you had heard about me and Sire Knox, I would like to dispel them. So I can not only put you at ease, but for you to know that your anger for me while appreciated, is misplaced. Sire Knox is... A good man, like most of the people working for us. What happened between us wasn't his fault, it was mine. While I don't want to get into the details of what exactly happened to start such rumors, I want you to know that for the most part, they are baseless. Just small talk to give the maids something to talk about while they work or give nobility something to talk about besides politics and the likes. Next time, please be careful before slinging around accusations like that, And take what Sire Knox said to heart, it's a little late for me and our brothers but you still have the chance to be someone who isn't easily by their anger like that." Rubbing his thumb against the back of her hands, Arno had hoped he had gotten through to her some how. The princess pouted in response, but had looked away rather than trying to argue with him, a good sign. Worrying her lip, the princess's gaze had turned back to the Guard's house that Knox had retreated into before hesitantly returning it back to him. " I made a bit of an ass out of myself, didn't I," Christine stated softly, flushed now with embarrassment instead of anger. " A little bit," Arno supplied with a weak smile, " But I didn't do much better myself. Besides, I tend to make an ass of myself every day so don't beat yourself up over it." " You do, don't you," she said, a hint of laughter in her voice before she sighed, " I feel bad now, especially since he gave me his jacket... It smells nice, but I think I enjoy your choice of cologne more." The girl had brought up a sleeve to her nose, sniffing the still warm fabric. " Christie!" " What! He was the one who placed it on me, if he didn't want me to smell it, he shouldn't have put it on me!" " I swear..." Arno groaned before he eyed their picnic basket. It was getting late, and colder for that matter, he wouldn't be surprised if it didn't start snowing later on in the night, " Christine, I think we really should reconsider eating dinner here after all." "But-!" " While I don't mind eating late, I do mind possibly getting frostbite. With how cold it's getting I fear it might snow soon. My view isn't the best but, we can stargaze from the warmth of my room, is that alright?" The prince offered, hoping she would drop trying to spend the evening outside in the freezing cold. Even with the blankets, tied securely around his shoulders, the cool winter air was starting to bite at his skin. The younger girl let off a displeased whine, but in the end it seemed even she was starting to feel the cold, " Fine, but only if we'll eat in my room. It'll have a better view of the stars, and we'll have a proper table, deal?" " Deal," Smiling, Arno paused as he remembered the Knight's jacket still draped over his sister's shoulders. They should return that before they left. Untying the blanket's tied around his neck, Arno put the sheet over his sister's head in a teasing manner as he plucked Knox's jacket off of her, " I'll be taking this back to it's rightful owner, you can start heading off with out me, I'll catch up with you in a moment." Christine squawked as the warm fabric covered her eyes, pulling it down to free her vision as she huffed, " I'll be waiting here so you don't freeze to death, thank you very much. Unlike you, I still technically have a coat while you're wearing nothing but a thin shirt and pants, so hurry up for the both of us. And could you possibly apologies for me? Please?" Arno snorted, waving a hand dismissively as he strode towards the knight's quarters, " Sure, but you really should do that yourself! I'll be back in a jiffy." Upon approaching the building, Arno was unsure how to conduct himself, bravado leaving in an instant at his uncertainty. A light could be seen further into the building, and after a moment, the prince rapped at the door. Even though he was technically a prince, he couldn't bring himself to just barge in unannounced. He was tempted to just walk in though, considering how cold it was getting. Absentmindedly, the prince began to cling to jacket to leach off the remaining warmth it gave off. It was only a moment before knight had opened the door, giving the prince a better look at the sparse furnishing the he old building, the knight a tad surprised at his presence, " Your Highness! to what do I uh, owe the pleasure to?" " Is Sire Knox still up?" The knight hesitated, lip turning to a thin line as he eyed the prince, " May I inquire what for? If it's not to much to ask that is." " I wish to return something of his to him, in person preferably, but if need be I can leave the item in question with you if it's too much of a hassle," Arno said slowly, hoping to have a chance to speak with the Knight once more, properly this time. Considering the fact that he was still here meant he probably spared him of his fate. Hopefully. That or his father was willing to give him one last day before they kicked him to the curb, which in itself could been seen as it's own victory when the other outcome would have possibly been death. Regardless, it was late enough as it was to not warrant having to worry too much about possible eavesdropping from unwanted listeners. |
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Lane _______ Lane gave the man in front of him a weird look, glancing down the hall. The quarters had never been visited by a Prince of this Generation. He rubbed his hands together, thinking of what he was to do. He recognized the jacket, which was definitely Ridge’s. “Alright.” He said softly, “Don’t wake anyone but Sir Ridge up, you might get a mob of angry guardsmen after you. He stepped out into the hall, facing down the hall, “All the way down, right,” He said, gesturing to the right with his hand. “Number 19 on the left. It has a knight seal on the door.” Lane yawned and gave him a thumbs up. “I wish you the best, he’s rather…. Uhh malicious when you interrupt his sleep. I wish you the best.” With that, the knight retreated into his quarter, waiting to hear footsteps leave before returning back to his bed. - Knox _______________________________________ Knox took a deep breath in, closing his eyes and trying to find the best place on the uncomfortable bed to sleep without a sore back and hips the next day. He rolled over to his left side, back to the door. It never took long for Knox to pass out for the night. He flipped his thin pillow over once, laid his head down on the coolside and very quickly was asleep. The weird half asleep dreams haunted Knox however, they were always odd that made him question nearly everything about himself. He jerked away as something woke him up. He sat up in bed, alert, listening to the dark, waiting for the noise to happen again. When another knock happened, Knox dragged himself out of bed. He ran a hand through his hair, wondering who would be bothering him so late. The door creaked as Knox opened it. His face was cold as he stared at the Prince. “Arno?” He asked, looking at him rather confused. For the first time since Knox had encountered the Prince, his back was not straight, he wasn’t alert nor was he in the perfect pristine condition that he showed the world outside of his quarters. He didn’t look so confident nor happy in his own space, but rather tired and defeated. “Is that my jacket?” He asked, looking at it in the prince’s hand. He looked cold. The knight stepped aside and let the man in. Knox closed the door behind him, and stood in front of it staring at the Prince. “You could have just returned that in the morning…” He stated, taking it from him to hang it on top of his sword. The knights quarters were a step up from the Guardsmen. Two men were shoved into a room the same size. Instead of another's bed, Knox had a fireplace. Very rarely was it lit. The King required that the two knights who lived among the guards fetch their own wood. Working six days a week, and doing the washing on the one day off didn’t offer a lot of time to go out and chop your own wood. When one of the two however did get some and there was a fire kindling, he would find thirty uninvited guests in his quarters flocking around the heat source fighting like dogs over who gets to stand in front of it. The last time the other in-house knight had a fire, Knox had been in his quarter discussing new patterns that they’d found among the thieves. They had paved a new path in the forest that many carriages would take, being it was a short-cut to the palace. Five ranking families had been robbed on that path, and Knox and Lane had been trying to come up with a plan to bring this up to the King when all of sudden, there were about twenty guards who were still awake so late at night were opening the door with such force that they took Lane’s door right off the hinges. Knox had chuckled, shot the other man a smirk and left to go and lit his own fireplace since everyone was already in a frenzy about this fire. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Knox asked, waving for the Prince to take a seat on his bed. “I would light a fire for you, but I don’t think you want all of the day guards knowing you were in my quarters so late.” He said softly, trying to keep his voice down so as to not wake the neighbors. He felt as if he were losing his mind, he’d never spoken a word to the third prince before in the two years he’d worked there, and yet, in one day he had the prince in his quarters. He was playing with fire, gambling with his own job. It was exhilarating to say the least. “I hope I didn’t rattle your sister up too much.” He said, grooming his fringe out of his eyes. “She’s… quite explosive, but she loves you dearly.” His blue eyes narrowed as he went to the night table, searching for his matches. He lit the candle and blew out the match. “I’m very sorry for the damage I did to your beautiful table…” Knox met the Prince’s gaze with a sorrowful one of his own. “I feel horrible that I hurt you today, I panicked and I suppose I’m used to dueling with men who moreso match my own strength.” He looked away before sighing. “Your father… He offered me to go with you. I accepted.” He kept the part where the King had threatened him had he not to himself. The prince was already angry at his father, Knox had no reason to deepen the wedge between father and son. “I don’t mean to be that person, but perhaps before you go you tell your father some nice words. I think he’d appreciate it.” The knight stood in front of the Prince gazing down at him. He saw that the prince was shivering, and he was desperately looking around for something to give him aside from his jacket that hung on the wall. He had his knight’s cape in the chest at the foot of his bed. It was required by all knights to wear when there was any sort of formal event or another royal/ranking person visited for them to show their rank. He opened the wooden trunk and gently held it up, comparing it to the Prince. “It’s going to be a bit big, but you look rather cold.” The cape was black, and the top was leather. The right arm was bare, aside from a leather strap that the arm went through. On the left, fabric hung down that could be wrapped around oneself. He wrapped it around the Prince’s shoulders, and tied it loosely. It was heavy, clearly well made. “I hope I am not keeping you from the Princess, and I fear I have nothing warmer to offer you.” The knight stepped back and out of the Prince’s space, giving him room to breathe. After a bit of standing, Knox took a seat next to Arno on the bed, looking straight ahead at the wall, listening to the man. He sighed and turned his head to watch the man as he spoke, leaning forwards, elbows on his knees, weight on his elbows. 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Upon learning the directions to Knox's room, Arno couldn't help his smile. Bowing courteously, the prince kept his voice low to avoid waking up more people than was required," I can handle my share of maliciousness, but thank you for the help." Turning to face the hallway that now stood in front of him, Arno steeled himself in preparation. He needed to make this quick. Arno had done his best to keep his footsteps light as he made his way through the dark hall of the guard's housing, something the prince had rather ample practice in if he could say so himself. With his numerous late night escapades that led to the prince sneaking out to some uncouth party or the likes, Arno would argue he had mastered the art of moving about without drawing unwanted attention to himself. That being said, the older nature of the building did cause him the second guess himself, the occasional creak of old wood would stop him in his tracks momentarily before forcing himself to continue on. Along with the occasional whistle of wind slipping through cracks in the windows and walls, The prince was almost appalled at the state poor building. Almost. It was leagues better than the old servants quarters from what he could remember. The only reason Arno could think of why they were renovated first over the guards and knights' own quarters besides age was possibly because of Ange. He had remembered hearing her say something about the state of the poor building years earlier to his brother. Eager to please, a renovation for the building was started in no time, causing his older brother to be a favorite of the servants for a short while. He could still see William's smarmy expression from all the praise he had received to this day. He'd have to consider if there would be a way for him to bring up a possible renovation for the knights before he left, without drawing too much attention as to why. Upon reaching the the knight's room, Arno knocked on Knox's door lightly without much pause as waited for a response. The ginger took the moment to eye the other doors to his sides, he was fairly sure he had to care to not disturb the other residents, but that also could just as well meant that he hadn't been loud enough for the intended knight he was trying to get the attention of. Knocking a second time, this time with a slight increase in volume, Arno shifted the jacket he had in his arms. He wasn't quite sure what to do with himself as he waited when his second knock seemed to have it's intended reaction. With a creak, the door had opened, and a confused Knight greeted him. Even slouched over like this, Knox still was taller than him, but he couldn't help but feel like that the knight didn't look exactly comfortable. Shuffling into Knox's room, Arno took the moment to fully take in the knight's living situation as he spoke with a huff, allowing for the knight to retrieve his article of clothing from him, " As if I could find the time to return your jacket to you discreetly in the day. It would be a debacle in itself that I rather not deal with, and I'm sure you would feel the same way." The room, to simply put it, was rather plain. Not that it was devoid of personality, per say, but when he compared it to his own, it was hard not to feel a tad guilty about it's lack of amenities. Taking a seat on Knox's unoccupied bed, Arno watched the knight walk around in the darkness of his room with a practiced certainty that the prince had to mentally applaud the man, something he wasn't always able to achieve in his own bedroom regardless of how long he had lived there. Even now, Knox had a natural charisma to him, voice low as he spoke that made Arno want to lean into and allow to envelope him. He restrained himself from doing so, much to his own displeasure. At least he he could satisfy himself with the pleasant smell of Knox slowly encompassing him. Humming softly, the prince wrapped his arms around himself absent mindedly, before replying in return," You don't have to worry about that, I don't intend to bother you for too long. I just intended to return you jacket to you to avoid any unwanted hassle. Speaking of my sister though, she did want to apologize. I'll make sure she has the opportunity to say so her self, but as you saw, she can loose herself rather quickly without thinking of the possible consequences at times. But... I suppose I'm thankful she still cares for me after everything. Considering my relationships with most of my family and all." Rubbing a thumb along his over his bicep, Arno bit his lip as Knox brought up his coffee table along with the events of today. He really shouldn't be beating himself up over that, he needed to put an end to that now, " Do I need to remind you who exactly suggested you push me onto my table? While I didn't expect the extent of your strength, I was prepared for some form of injury. I'm not as delicate as the events of today suggest I might be. You just so happen to have the strength of a Goliath. And you caught me on a particularly bad day. As for the table, it seems everyone and their grandmothers were fans of it, but I can assure you I don't have the same attachment. Don't worry about it." He'd leave out that it was a gift for the time being, The prince didn't need Knox to lord that over himself. When the knight continued on, Arno froze, he hadn't expected his father to personally offer Knox to attend with him on the trip. " I- Wow, I was hoping my brother would approach you some time in the future but... I can't say was expecting this, and so soon too," Objectively, this was the best case scenario he was hoping for, but he couldn't help the dryness that was forming in his mouth as he spoke," But that's... Good. I should apologize in advance for taking you away from your family then. While I do hope you have a better relationship with your family than I do, I can only imagine how that could make things more difficult on you when it comes to leaving them..." He really hoped he was rambling but Arno was finding it hard to focus, watching the knight move about his room once again after giving him a concerned look. " I'll talk to him once I've collected myself, definitely before we leave. Besides I can only imagine how he'll react once try to start cozening up to him again," Arno shivered at the idea. While his father could be stern towards him at time, his father could be rather clingy towards him and his sister if he felt like they were drifting way from him. Christine and him had their fair share of experiences of their father attempting(and failing) to bond with them in various of embarrassment, much to their own dismay and their older brothers' displeasure. When Knox had finally fetched what exactly he was looking for, it took a moment for the prince what exactly was happening. Deft hands carefully fixed a well made cape around him as Arno sat frozen. While he would be lying that he hadn't been feeling the icy air in the room, any thoughts of feeling cold had vanished upon Knox's action. Face turning a deep shade of pink, Arno began to curl into himself in embarrassment. The cape itself was heavy, and in normal circumstances, it would have been a welcomed warmth, but now he felt like he was over heating. The prince didn't want to pull off the pleasant fabric, but he was afraid to ruin the poor oversized garment with his nervous sweating. Curling his fingers around the loose fabric, Arno could only squeak in response at first. Clearing his throat Arno attempted to speak once again," Knox, I shouldn't... I literally just came back to return your jacket... And like you said, My sister will be waiting and-" Arno stopped himself mid sentence. He was rambling. Biting his lip, Arno rose from his seat on the bed that they were now technically sharing, grip tightening on the cape as he did so. He should really head back to Christine before it got even later. " I- I should leave, I'm sorry, it's been a pleasure truly, but..." Attempting to strip out of the cape, he could feel himself stumble as he struggled to loosen the garment, mentally cursing the low light and his already poor vision. He was making a fool of himself simply because he insisted he had to return jacket. He should have waited for morning like Knox had said. He was typically better at situations like this, but his sweaty palms were doing nothing but hindering him. |
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Knox ___________________ The knight had found himself in yet another awkward situation with the Prince. “I am so sorry.” He spoke, standing up as well. “I didn't mean to keep you. I wasn't thinking.” His voice was soft, his eyes kind as he took the Prince's shaking hand, steadying it. He wanted to joke with the man, make light of the situation, but he did want to fluster the already, clearly nervous man. “Easy there.” He dropped the Prince's hand and undid the knot that held the cape around the man's shoulders. The flickering light from the candle danced across Arnos arms, catching the man's ginger hair in its own orange light. He didn't kid himself, the third prince looked rather good in it, even better if it fit him properly. Now was not the time for those thoughts. The knight stepped back, out of the man's way. “Do you want my candle? I have three others that I may use.” He held the door open for the Prince, bowing at him as he took his departure. “I bid you a good night.” Knox watched the man's figure slip away into the dark of the night before slipping out himself, stalking the man to ensure he made it out of the place without falling through the awful rotted floorboards. How awful would that be to explain to the king. He stopped by Lane's door, standing in the dark silently, the cold nipping at him through his thin shirt. Knox turned on his heels, and began his own adventure back to his quarters. Unlike an unknowing visitor, the man knew all of the parts of the floors to avoid, stepping about them like they were traps, which, technically they could be. He closed his door behind him, and stood in the dark, rubbing his face with his hands, heat crawling up his neck, a cold sweat along his spine. What was that? ‘Don't keep your sister waiting.’and yet he'd given him his cape? He rubbed his shoulder as he silently picked up the black cape from where it lay forgotten on his bed. The lingering, oaky smell that Arno brought with him hovered in the hair, clinging to the fabric. He ran a hand through his hair and folded it neatly, placing it back on top inside the trunk. He then made his way around to the side of his bed, in the process, stubbing his toe on the frame. He cried out in pain, doubled over holding his now injured foot. He sat down on the edge of his bed, still nurturing his sore foot, looking out the small window that adorned his small quarters as the moon as its light washed in, casting the trees shadows along the bed, floor and walls. He hated any sort of light while he slept. He couldn't stand the moonlight. It always gave him a headache that lasted for days during a full moon. He much preferred the crippling darkness of a no moon, after all, unlike the night guards, he didn't have to see at night. He sat there, zoned out, gazing at the tree line, thinking of all that devolved through the day. It was odd, the King's offer. To have a knight that could resist the Prince's charm? That was impossible, could anyone resist the man's undeniable charismatic self? There was a certain air about Arno that just radiated off of him, drawing Knox in like a magnet. Arno truthfully seemed to draw everyone in. He was one of the highest regarded royals that currently stayed in the palace compared to his brothers and the hot-headed Princess. What was happening? He'd be traveling with the Prince, which was all dandy, and he was more than ready to escape beyond the garden walls, but was he to report back to the King? To spy on the Prince? What was the motive behind him getting sent? The King knew damn well that Knox was a man that depended on this job. It was going to be held over his head like a dog who begged for a bone. The bone had been thrown, and he'd been reeled in, just to find it was a trap. Granted, it was a trap that Knox didn't mind. - Not too much later, the man laid back onto the cold blankets, staring up at the ceiling, hands resting on his stomach, slowly drifting off, shielding his face from the moonlight that danced over his face in his shoulder. He shifted onto his side, back to the window as he finally got under the thin blanket, flipping his pillow over once again, settling in for the night, drawing the blanket around him to cover his bare back from the breeze that weaseled its way through the poorly sealed glass. Just minutes later, his body relaxed and breathing slowed as he fell into a steady sleep. |
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