Ocs stories pt 2

Part 2; "Royalty" 😭 [Prince Cyrus x Knight Reader]

A/N; and now.. we start the fun

Prince Cyrus was startled awake; he had cold water thrown on him. His gaze was dizzy for a few moments before he came too. He looked around, the sky was dark, and the air was cold.

"It's.. night? last.. I remember it- was around midday.."
He thought to himself, confused about what had happened. He took notice of the roaring campfire a few meters from him. He tried to move closer, but a few things stopped him. A sharp pain in his side from where he was slashed, and the chains wrapped around his ankles, wings, and wrists.

Cryus looked up at the night sky; the silence could deafen those who weren't careful. The stars above him reminded him of when he first was given his suit of armor, it was shiny and flashy, and you could spot him a mine away. He smiled to himself, remembering the good times before the war broke out. He missed the peace of his castle. He missed his friends..

Then there was a rustle in the bushes nearby. He was on alert, snapping out of the daydream. His looks could kill; he'd be in prison with multiple life sentences.

A person appeared from the bushes. Cryus got defensive and went to draw his sword, but the chains stopped him. The person grew closer as he tried to scare them off. The stranger wore full body armor; it was similar to his. The armor was silver with golden accents. It looked sturdy, and the frayed white cape attached to the back of the suit suggests it has been used a lot. the sword attached to the stranger's side had a golden hilt, and the sword's complimenting sheath was snow white with golden trims.

"I don't recommend you get any closer stranger, I am deadly"
"I'd be killed faster by a bear with no teeth, than you in your current state."

He didn't expect the person to respond to him. The person kneeled in front of him and moved the chains so they could look at the injury.

"Does it hurt?"
The stranger asked, The [e/c] coloured eyes that belonged to the stranger pierced through Cyrus's defensiveness like a pair of scissors through wrapping paper. He didn't want to give them any information to take advantage of him. The stranger laughed, it was an.. uneasy laugh, and it made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

"You don't have to worry, I'm the one who saved you, I found you laying on the ground, practically dead."

Cryus was shocked at the news.

"Practically dead? I nearly died? oh, my gods above.." he thought to himself. He couldn't help but stare into the firey warmth of the campfire while his thoughts ran wild. The stranger came closer, snapping him again out of the daydreams, if you could call them that.

"Let me see your wound, I want to make sure it's healing well.. you've been out for a while, I was almost sure you were dead." The stranger continued. Cryus shifted away from the stranger, and once again, cornered himself. The stranger sighed. They backed off and sat opposite him, across the campfire.

"I see you don't trust me, understandable. here, why don't I introduce myself?" The stranger took off their helmet; Cryus was shocked, the stranger had chin-length [h/c] coloured hair, and their [e/c] eyes were just as piercing as they were with the helmet. Cryus sat there confused.

"i-i'm.. a threat, why are you taking off your helmet?? You don't know if I have men around!!" Cryus yelled out, angry, and confused, the worst mix of emotions. His red and black hair fell over his face as he yelled it out. He was a very expressive man.

The stranger couldn't contain their laughter. It was the same laughter from before, it made him feel uneasy, how? He didn't know. a scarred, stern prince of the fire kingdom, made uneasy from a stranger's laughter. But it wasn't his fault, the laughter felt- cold, like if you didn't walk on eggshells, your neck would be snapped in seconds.

"What makes you think you have any men left?? the last of them where slaughtered a few days ago. oh.. and don't get me started on that Colton guy, one slash to the side and he was a stumbling mess" The stranger replied. they sighed. "i will not miss his annoying voice, although his sword.. had a lil' clover on the hilt, he was a fan of nature?" The stranger asked, as they threw the sword over to Cyrus.

It was Colton's sword, that's for sure, the four-lefted clover engraved on the hilt was good as any indicator. The clover was given to him by his boyfriend, Callum the king's personal medic, Colton had intrusted Cryrus with knowing that he was going to go home and propse to his boyfriend once this was all over. Cryus had a momentary flashback to their conversation.

Colton; "Once this war is over, i'm going home to someone special.."

Cryus; "Oh really? Who might that be?"

Colton; "My, hopfully, soon-to-be fiance. Callum"

Cyrus; "The king's medic? you bagged yourself a good man, he's very kind to everyone"

Colton; "He works hard, so i hope with my return he might not have to work so hard.."

Cyrus; "He's a lucky man, you two where made for each other i bet. Hand crafted by the gods above."

Cyrus was speachless, he didn't know that his awful planning had gotten his closest friend, and Callum's boyfriend, killed.

"..Did- he atleast get back to the kingdom?" Cryus managed to stammer out, he felt a tight feeling at the back of his throat as his eyes began to tear up. It felt wrong to be tearing up over this, he knew his father would scold him good if he saw him like this. He tried to look away from the sword, but the way the bloodstained silver blade shone in the fire's light made it difficult.