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.