Princess of Camelot

2. "You Don't Speak..."

Obviously, King Arthur's instructions were more precise than just declaring her knight. Arthur ordered him to be up every night at 5 A.M. (which was a blessing, since he used to awake at 3 A.M.), change into his attire, and stand by Piper's doors until she awakes - that was the boring part.

And so the schedule began. The bell in his dorm would ring, he would get up and dress, and make his way to the higher ends of the palace.

It was dark and creepy, every step he took venturing to her room was a bit eerie. But the palace always had a dark aesthetic to it, so it wasn't unusual.

By the time he had reached her closed doors, he saw it was slightly opened. As much as he didn't want to, he peeped through and saw her sleeping figure in a deep trance. Still, he couldn't see her face, since she was sleeping on her stomach.

He gives a sigh - the sun hadn't even rise yet, giving him a clear view of how long he'd have to wait for her to wake up, and then what? What does he do with her? Would she even speak to him? He had no idea. And whilst leaning against the wall, he images what this life will be like, being a princess's knight - if this job was to even last at all.

He wondered how one small interaction landed him in this position? But he knew for now, he couldn't have all the answers to his questions.

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The minutes went by slowly, and the boredom was beginning to weigh on him. At least when he was guarding else where, he was usually with the other knights. 7 A.M it was, and a hurdle of stomps rose up the stairs. He goes wide-eyes at the sight of multiple maids bursting through her doors, carrying dresses and jewelry, assuming for Piper.

"Uh-" Lancelot peeps, trying to squeeze through the crowd of anxious maids entering her room. But before he could even try and step foot, he was shoved out of the way.

"And what do you think your doing?!" A short, stubby maid barked, her Irish accent high and squeaky. "I'm her majesty's knight." He said bluntly, and the maid scoffed. "I have not been alerted of such news!" He pierces his lips together, "Yes, well, now you have. May I enter? I have duties to begin."

She stands in front of him, her arms crossed around her chest. "What kind of duties?"

He exhaled slowly, trying to remain his calm. His red eyes glowed slightly, and his quills began to rose. "Don't tick me off, alright? You should know by now that I'm the kings favorite knight."

"And I'm Mother Teresa. Her majesty is getting dressed anyways, so having you pondering around her would be inappropriate!" She spat, stomping into the princess's room and slamming her door.

Wow. What an interaction. He almost felt bad for the princess for having to deal with such a hot-headed maid. But she was right, what was he to do in there?

Another round of waiting commenced, and he was back leaning against the wall, tapping his metal covered foot on the floor, counting by the seconds one by one until finally, the door opened and all the maids scattered out, and luckily that irritated Irish maid didn't scold him again.

Taking a deep inhale, he opens the door slowly, seeing Piper standing by the window. She turns, and he can see her black eyes widening slightly under her pink veil.

"Hello." He blinks. "I'm...sure you know me. I'm Sir Lancelot, I brought you back to the palace yesterday."

No answer. How enthusiastic.

"...Well, I have been assigned the duty of being your personal knight - a bodyguard, if you must."

She blinks.