[𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝑷𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆]
╰┈➤ Royalty AU
✧ made: 4/1/24
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[𝐈]: 𝑇𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛
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"It is my duty to protect you, Your Majesty." Andrew declared, undeterred no matter how much wrath Her Majesty's eyes hold. I surreptitiously glanced from the corner of my eye. No one caught on. But I did. There, in the Queen's throne room, the very room I stood as a witness, was a promise.
Made by Sir Andrew himself.
Displeased, Her Majesty scoffed bitterly with a scowl evident on her face. She leaned against the back of her throne, kicking her leg over her knee. "I don't need protection. Do you see me as weak, a damsel distress?"
"Not a second of my life, Your Majesty." he said.
"And I take suggestions from the commons."
"Your Majesty," Andrew snapped lightly. I was frightened of the consequences of his actions. What harsh punishment will he face? Perhaps humiliation? And when I assumed her Majesty would silence him and carry along with the punishment, she said nothing. "The day I swore loyalty to you was never out of heroics but out of admiration. The will you have is strong. You don't need saving. But if you're a soldier, you need a sword."
Sir Andrew took a knee and bowed his head. "I am your sword. I am in your possession anytime you need me."
Her Majesty's gaze loomed over the knight. In a blink, the curl of her lip disappeared. She adjusted her posture and rested her hands on the arch of her throne. "Leave. Never let this conversation happen again."
Deadpanned, Sir Andrew uttered a statement before exiting the room. Her Majesty turned to me with a puzzled expression. I can't blame her for her expression. I'm forgettable.
And most importantly, Her Majesty has a crown for a reason.
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I was there when Sir Andrew was even titled "Sir Andrew". I watched Her Majesty accolade him with a smile. And in that moment, I knew everything had changed. Maybe I was the only one who had comprehended the situation. Maybe I wasn't and was merely catastrophizing the situation as per usual.
But after witnessing Her Majesty's smile, I couldn't help but believe myself to be in the right.
He was a trainee, and by his skills and courteousness he wasted no time and climbed into high ranks. A Bachelor Knight was the title he wore with great enthusiasm. Never pride. No matter the fortunes he received, he never stood with pride but with honor.
He showed kindness to all, earning honor and respect from his fellow knights. I happen to fall into the latter. We talked a few times. Sometimes about my stance and form;sometimes about idle chat about interests. He always appealed to many with his charismatic personality, his optimism encouraging trainee's and fellow knights.
He stood his ground of his morals, adamant for what he believed in. I remembered when he absentmindedly spoke about his morals, revealing foolishly of his weaknesses. "Never would I want anyone to suffer in agony," he would say. "Relieve them of their anguish. Never deprived them of such."
Murmurs of agreements from my sides in the room quickly encouraged his sentiments. He wore his heart on his sleeve. He'll get himself killed.
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