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Butler [Nogla]

Summary
Butler tries to convince bodyguard reader not to go on war

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"Prince Marcel, are you sure this is necessary."

"Yes, it's my duty to fight in battle, that also qualifies for Y/n."

The (hair color) woman stands behind Prince Marcel's stature. Her arms were glued to her side and her eyes unmoving were glued to me. I knew her well enough to see that she was confused on our conversation.

I couldn't help but noticed her flushed cheeks from the draft coming from the opened window. Prince Marcel always leave windows open. Uncaring if anyone was cold and had allergens. Which always let me to follow behind him and close them.

"I don't think it's a good idea for her to go out there with you, along with you." I stated, my voice stringed with dejection as I shut the wooden window.

"Aw, you do care about me." Y/n's satisfying honey vocals were heard behind me.

"I-I do not I was just thinking about the Prince!"  Quickly resorting back.

A familiar feeling of flush crept upon my face. Without I second thought I shake my head moving away from the woman. I have to stop, my behavior is unacceptable. She is my employers royal guard it not like I have a chance anyway. Turning to the prince I quickly try and think of a way to talk him out of this.

"The King says that you don't have to go. I think you are still young, this isn't a war for a boy." My reason comes on thick and determined.

"I'm 30."

"My point stands."

"No it doesn't, I'm a grown man," Marcel raised his voice at me, pointing his thumb to his chest, "Just because you didn't want your girlfriend to go to war doesn't mean you can sit here and talk me out of going!"

The words 'girlfriend' floated around like dust. It was true that I liked Y/n, more obvious then anyone that I do. Although, him practically saying that the only reason why I don't want him to go is because of her is wrong. They are my best friends and I care for them deeply.

We grew up together, experienced things that other nobleman haven't, know things about each other that outsiders would die to know. I knew that we each had our duties since the day I met them.

Meeting the prince we couldn't be more far then different, since my father was majordomo of the manservants. Although we clicked just like that because I was the only kid around.

Y/n meeting both of us later on because she two years younger then me. Since her father was a marshal, and her mother died before having a son, she already had high expectations as a child. She was raised to be a warrior not a lady, and she fits the shoes well. Even better if her personality didn't show.

When my father retired and I took his title, Y/n gotten her title as a bodyguard of the Prince. It  made us closer then ever. One could say that's when my feelings for her arrived. Although despite that, they are not only my friends but my family and this war is to much for them.

A war the king started of selfish reasons and went on way to long. I couldn't let people like my friends get stuck in other peoples troubles, not like this. Even if it's their duty.

"My relationship with other workers in the room is irrelevant." I shoo my hand in front of my face avoid the glaze of the female close by. "You know it's my job to make sure that you are well taken care of and this isn't what I had in mind."

My eyes meet the Princes deep brown once while we make sure that we don't look away. Usually we always solved our issues with a stare down the first one to blink loses. I could tell from the look in his eye that his was serious.

Although after a few minutes I could tell his eye gotten dry before he blinked it away. I win with a satisfied smirk on my face but a burning glaze from the man in front.

"Whatever! Y/n talk some sense into David and tell him I'm going anyway!" He shoves he way past me, brushing my shoulder as he slams to door shut.

Her (eye color) eyes lock with mine, Y/n straighten her back and walks to the door, trying to follow the Prince. I wanted to stop her, I wanted to spill all my feelings, although nothing came out, causing my mouth to make a fright straight line.

Despite her being tall she was no where close to my height. I could stare over her head at her perfectly slick back hair. Even when she was getting away she was still the one I couldn't look away from.

"You know you were right, war is dangerous, but it's a path we were born into," Y/n holds the door nob back turn away from me. "I understand your intentions are good but you can't stop us from doing what we were destined for."

"It's inevitable." She says.

Liar, she can walk away any time.

"Nothing is inevitable."

Y/n's body fully turned to me watching me as I stand there. My tall stature holding it ground while she stomps towards me. I can tell by her clenched jaw that she was having issues controlling her anger.

"Don't be ridiculous, you know nothing you are just a servant and always will be."

Fuck, that hurt. Slumping my shoulders I control myself from saying something I might regret.

"I'm your friend," I muttered.

"Your relationship with other workers in the room is irrelevant."

My mouth clamped shut masking a straight tight line. I should have know she was going to use my words against me. It was what she did best anyway. Y/n walks up to me and with a sly grin she watches me stare down at her.

"Why are you so fucking tall?" She said.

"Shut up Y/n."

The short lady laughs and walks back to the door. Opening it she stops one more time giving me a look of reassurance.

"I know you are worried and to be honest I am too but you can't stop everything you just have to have trust in people," Pointing to her forehead she continues on "Besides don't you know worrying gives you wrinkles."

Both of us crack a smile as I watch her walks out the door. Little did I know that was the last time I would ever see something so bright.

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ew fuck I might edit that ending I don't like it it feels rushed

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-MJ