The Guardian of The Lamb

A young boy with pale soft blonde hair stood over a white balcony in a long white nighty. He looked up at the light blue sky with his soft warm lavender eyes he watched the clouds move by. They looked so soft and fluffy like a pillow. He reached out imagining what they would feel like. He reached out further leaning over the balcony. However his legs slipped underneath him and the small boy fell over the high castle balcony. He let out a screech of terror. He saw his small life flash before his very eyes and prepared for death. But it did not come. Nope the boy fell into strong arms and he opened his eyes to look at his savour. He looked up at the serious angry topaz eyes of the man above and screeched again.

"Berwald!" The boy yelled.

"Tino..." The giant male said before putting the younger male down.

"Sorry." He said with a scared smile.

Berwald placed the small Finnish Prince down and looked up at the balcony a bit confused.

"I just wanted to feel the clouds, they look so soft and fluffy, my dad says that the gods sleep on the clouds so I thought well I-" Tino stopped stammering and he looked away.

"Kay." Berwald said simply.

The young prince looked at him surprised. Berwald held the princes small soft hand and lead him away from the balcony. He turned the corner to a strange plant growing by the castle wall. Berwald knelt his large body down and picked the cottony flower. He pealed the stem and leaves then looked down at the Prince. Tino put his hands out and Berwald placed the soft white bushel in his hands.

"No m'r cloud pickin'." Berwald said.

Tino smiled wide and he rubbed the soft flower on his cheek.

"Thank you Ber!" He said excitedly.

"C'm inside." He said patting his back.

The little Finnish Prince walked back into the room to the stairs. He paused for a second when he heard something. His eyes widened.

"Ber, it's my dad." He whispered.

Berwald turned his head to see the king walking down the hall with his wife. He swiftly picked up the small boy and rushed him up the stairs. The king paused and looked at the stairs.

"Did you hear something?" The Queen asked.

"I think I may have?" He said suspiciously.

"Should we look?" She asked glancing up the stair case.

"To be safe." He nodded.

The two walked up the stairs to the long hall of doors. They wandered to Tino's bedroom slowly opening the door. The two royals peeked inside and saw the little prince fast asleep in his bed with the tall guardian Swede sitting at his side with a book at hand. Berwald looked up from his book with the slightest Cock of the brow. He placed the book on the night stand and walked slowly up to the Finnish couple.

"Y'r majesty's." He said in a low whisper. "Did y' need to talk to the Prince?" He asked.

"N-no, just checking on him. Thank you Berwald." The king nodded.

The Swede let out an agreeable "M." Then watched the king and queen slip from the room. Berwald turned to the Prince who sat up slowly.

"Thanks Ber." He said with an embarrassed grin.

"N' trouble." He said walking back to the boys bed side. Y' still sick?"

"No! I'm absolutely fine! I haven't seen the doctor in days!" The Finnish Prince said excitedly.

Berwald wanted to believe the Prince was better, but usually the reason the doctor didn't visit the boy was because his sickness's had no cure but to wait and pray. Berwald reached his large hand placing it over the boys hot forehead. He kept his face the same as he always did but he was worried. The young sickly boy was so happy and excited even if he was ill. Berwald loved his bravery and constant love of life.

"Y'll be alright, N' m're adventures, f'r a bit." He advised.

"Okay...." The little prince said a bit heart broken.

Berwald's heart sunk and he tried to cheer the boy up.

"H'w bout a story?" He asked lightening the mood.

Tino's eyes flashed open in excitement. "Yes please!" He sang.

Berwald himself rarely spoke, he was easily embarrassed so he tried not to say cheesy things. However! A cheesy story was always worth his time.

"Alright. Once up' n a time th're w's a fare king n' queen who h'd a beautiful babe boy. Everyone in the kingdom loved the babe, but a certain king of Russia saw the boy as a chance to take advantage of the Finnish king. So, he s'nt two men to kidnap the babe."

Tino hid in his covers staring up with shaky violet eyes. Berwald let a tiny smirk cross his lip then he continued the story.

"The ev'l men stopped at an inn owned by a Swedish fam' when the son of the inn keepers h'rd the nasty plan of takin' the Prince he told his father and rescued the babe. Sadly the boy l'st his parents to the Russians, but he never regretted saving the sweet prince." The swede stopped.

"Then what happened to the boy?!" Tino asked.

"To th'nk the boy, the king took him in and taught him how to read and fight so he maybe able to forever take c're of his son." Berwald finished.

Tino's eyes glittered, he realized the story had been about him and that the savour was Berwald.

"Did you really do that Ber?!" He asked hopefully.

"Mhm." Berwald's face had a powdered blush as he looked away from the excited boy.

"Why didn't you tell me?!" He asked holding his blankets.

Berwald lightly lay the boy down and lifted the blanket over him.

"Go to sleep." He hushed.

Tino sighed and curled up in the bed.

"Tell one more please." He said before yawning.

"M'kay."