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DISOBEDIENCE always came with a price. The male knew that, and he paid the price. Bruised, eyeless, and bleeding, he laid his head against the hallway wall of His Majesty’s bedroom while a heavy sigh escaped his cut lips.
Demans--too many of them came for the knight to count--attempted to capture the queen in the dark of night. Luckily for his master, she was lazing around in her room. The previous night, the two took a stroll down to a river she used to visit when she was Human, so the knight believed it would be appropriate for her to take this day off.
However, the red head caught no such break. He fought tooth and bone with a few of the Queen’s weaker knights--to burn every last Deman that attempted to steal the queen.
Now, as the sun rose and the servants of Queen Nicolette drew the curtains in all of the rooms to protect her, he continued to sit outside his ruler’s door and wait for her to come out. The nurses offered to tend to his wounds, but he continually denied. The knight refused to leave the queen’s suite, in fear that someone else would come in attempt to kidnap her once more.
Almost drifting off into slumber, he closed his eyes for a brief second--until the unlocking of Nicolette’s door surprised him. He jerked up, and winced only slightly at the pain that rushed through his body. Before him was His Majesty, dressed in plain attire--she seemed to be well rested. Wiping the dried blood from the corners of his lips, he bowed his head only slightly (for the rest of his body ached too much), as he apologized.
“...I’m sorry for not informing you of the chaos last night before going to deal with it, Your Majesty. It was too urgent, and I knew that the other knights couldn’t handle it by themselves. I’m glad that you’re alright.”