#cinderella!reader

John can’t help the chuckle, cheeks growing more read as he simply looks at you. He manages to take your hand that was on the counter. “It’s good to finally meet over different circumstances.” He gives your knuckles a kiss, letting his thumb rub over the spot as if to rub it in.

“I’m John Price, ‘nd I intend on makin you mine. Seriously this time.”

And fuck, maybe you were Cinderella and this man was Prince Charming.

And you were tripping and falling in love with him before you even got the chance to properly deny him.

Mozus Trein

Trein is very protective of his grandchild.

If he seems stern in class, it doubles when his grandchild is there.

He has a complex relationship with [Name]'s parents due to the strained relationship he had with his daughter towards her entry into adulthood. They do not hate each other, though.

He loves them, but his love is firm and strict at times.

Gawking at his grandchild earns you detention.

The other staff are all familiar with [Name].

Trein talks about them and how one of the reasons he had looked into teaching at RSA was to be closer to them.

He was worried about them.

They are an innocent spirit who is too trusting, too accepting.

He is strict with them because he thinks they will get hurt.

The outside world is a scary place where grandpa can't protect them from the monsters out there, the bad apples...

When his grandchild visits, which happens sporadically but more often than one might imagine, Crewel is also tasked with looking over them. As per Trein's request (read: instruction).

Trein believes that his grandchild would be less embarrassed if it were not him at every turn checking on them. He trusts Crewel.

Sometimes, Trein thinks about leaving NRC to be with his grandchild, but he always decides to stay for his students.

Trein wishes that [Name] went to NRC, but they aren't the type the Dark Mirror would choose; they are a might magic user with a pure soul, after all. The very image of an RSA student.

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Silver

Silver continued to think about [Name]. Who were they?

A student, but not from NRC. From RSA, then?

Why couldn't he forget them? What was this?

He chooses not to trouble his family with it.

He is nearly an adult; he can figure this out for himself.

That said, he didn't expect them to be related to Professor Trein.

Silver was not aware of the professor's personal life.

Why would he be?

It doesn't change his opinion of [Name] as a friendly person.

But he is more wary now. He has heard that Professor Trein is... protective. And he doesn't blame the professor.

But Silver does not want to bring any trouble to his Master.

Silver wonders if it is worth pursuing such a curiosity.

And then it happens, all because of the narrative.

Silver and [Name] have their SECOND Meet-Cute.

Silver can't say he expected things to turn out like this!

Silver was trying his best to ignore Sebek's words echoing in his head. He should focus instead of daydream about a stranger. Sebek was right about that much, but that didn't mean ignoring every other living person on his island. He was his Master's guard, but he was also a student, and students should engage with the community or something like that.

He sighed softly, and he continued down the hall, making the mistake of not looking ahead of him and crashing into the person ahead of him. While no one was injured, it did leave the load they were carrying scattered across the hallway floor.

"I'm sorry..." Silver said, "Let me help with that."

He reached down to pick up one of the large textbooks from the floor, hand brushing against theirs. Silver looked toward them to see... [Name]? The same person from before? The very person he had been thinking of. Was this some kind of fateful encounter? Others had mentioned these to him... He could think about that later.

"Hello again. I am sorry to... cause this."

He looked almost sheepish as they waved it off, trying to tell him that there wasn't any harm done to them or their books. Regardless, Silver helped them gather the books into their arms again, taking a few to carry himself so that [Name] could see what was ahead of them.

"It's really alright. I couldn't see over the books either."

They look a bit embarrassed.

"[Name]... Why do you have," Silver paused to count them, "...twelve textbooks?"

Their embarrassment grew as an awkward smile graced their lips.

"My Granpa Mozus wanted me to bring these over from Royal Sword," they explained, "So I came here with the Headmage's permission to deliver... all of these."

Though their arms were still filled with books, they managed to make a gesture toward the books Silver carried for them.

He nodded.

"I understand. I will help you take these to your grandfather."

[Name] wondered if Silver was aware of what their grandfather was. If he knew, he certainly didn't act that way. He said nothing. It was almost refreshing to them to not have a grand reaction about it all.

That said, [Name] noted that the louder boy who was with Silver the last time was not here. He seemed as though he might react if [Name] told him their lineage. What was his name again? Sebastian?

They brushed the thought away and continued to walk down the hallway with Silver, headed toward the classroom their grandfather had said was his. He was a history teacher.

Stopping at the door, Silver knocked instead of [Name] simply due to the fact that he could support his stack of books with one arm. This was something that [Name] was trying not to gawk at. This boy sure was strong, then and again, his arms were rather strong-looking.

Did he not say he worked for his "master" the last time?

They were thinking about it again. There wasn't anyone like that at Royal Sword. Sure, some students helped the dorm leaders... But that wasn't... master and servant? Right? [Name] felt their head spin.

A voice came from inside the room, but it was not their grandfather's. It was a masculine one, slightly teasing as if testing them...

"Whatever might you need from us now?"

[Name] recognized it as Divus' voice, the younger man, though he was still older than them, who worked with their grandfather. He was a teacher, too. Alchemy?

Wait.

Were they interrupting something?

"It's [Name]!" they called back to Divus, "Oh, and Silver is helping me."

"Alright then, pups. You may enter~"

[Name] walked into the room as Silver opened the door for them with his free hand. Instantly [Name] was greeted with the classroom their grandfather used, wooden desks, a chalk board, books on a shelf, and her dear grandpa sitting at his own desk front and center.

Divus had stepped back to let them get to the desk.

"Grandpa Mozus!" [Name] called, walking forward to set the books on his desk, "I got all the things you sent for!"

They smiled, an expression that Trein returned.

Silver's face paled slightly at the sudden realization; the boy always was a bit slow on the uptake with human relations that Professor Trein was "Grandpa." But he recovered quickly as he presented the rest of the books to Trein.

"Here you go, sir."

"Ah, the books. Thank you, [Name]," Trein told his beloved grandchild, "And you as well, Silver, for helping them."

[Name] grinned, proud of the fact they had accomplished the task. The look on their face made Silver smile as well. This earned him a sharp glare from Trein, much sharper than his usual expression.

They stared at each other for a moment as [Name] looked between them, unsure if they were supposed to intervene given their grandpa was his teacher... It was well within his jurisdiction.

"I trust you would never do anything untoward to my grandchild, Silver?" Trein asked the light-haired boy.

"Of course not, sir."

Silver shook his head and ignored the chuckle from Professor Crewel.

"That is good to hear."

Trein's expression softened as he turned back to [Name].

"I hope this was not too arduous a task for my youngest?"

"No, this was alright. I hope the books help," [Name] told him, "Thank you for... trusting me."

They smiled yet again, and Trein returned it, just slightly.

Silver felt as though he was intruding on a personal moment. And maybe he was. He had been thinking about [Name], but he couldn't speak about that in front of Professor Trein.... [Name] was heading back to Royal Sword after this... What a mess.

He held back the urge to sigh.

Footsteps could be heard approaching.

Oh no... Silver knew that sound anywhere.

"SILVER!"

He sighed this time, and those in the room turned to look at the doorway. [Name] was startled, whereas the professors just seemed... tired. Perhaps a bit annoyed.

There stood Sebek, out of breath slightly with furrowed brows.

"Hello, Sebek..." Silver attempted to greet but was cut off.

"WHAT HAS YOU SO BUSY? WHAT IF OUR MASTER NEEDS US?"

Silver tried to explain it.

"I was helping... a friend."

Sebek glared at [Name], recognizing them.

"THIS HUMAN AGAIN?"

[Name] flinched at the volume, and Trein decided to step in.

"Sebek Zigvolt, you will not address my grandchild that way."

Sebel was startled at the address from his professor.

"Ah, my... my apologies, professor," Sebek stammered.

There really is never a peaceful day at Night Raven College.

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Imagine the rest yourself~

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They swore, they argued, and drank as much as every poor bastard in Lawrence, if not more. And on a more ridiculous scale.

After your first day cleaning the throne room, the King was apparently mildly impressed. According to Bobby’s words, the thrones for once weren't polished like an idijit had done it. From then on, you were permanently assigned to clean the throne room every damn day. And every damn day you would get a taste of who the real Winchesters were.

The King was still scary as hell. That much didn't change. But the man had a way of charming the pants off of someone when a diplomatic guest came to seek help from the kingdom. Those were the rare times you would see him muster up a smile.

He also had a hell of a way parenting when it came to his two sons. Especially the younger one, Prince Samuel.

Samuel Winchester was the poorest excuse of a royal you’ve ever seen. And boy, did it make the King mad.

“Sam, your brother’s busy meeting with Lady Abbaddon today. Take his place with Bobby and attend the strategy meeting.”

“With all due respect Father, I wish to decline,”

The King’s eyes hardened. “You don't really have a choice to decline. It's your duty whether you like it or not.”

“It is my duty to attend a meeting on how to conquer and take control of more land that isn't ours to begin with? Sounds like a hell of a duty.”

“You watch your mouth, boy. Now you will do as I say or you can walk through those doors and never come back,”

Prince Samuel and the King’s fights always ended the same way. Prince Samuel storming off, pissed, and the King taking a small break from his throne room duties to cool off.

You never once talked to Prince Samuel since you’d been working there. But you were sure about one thing. Prince Samuel disliked royalty just as much as you did. Unlike Prince Dean.

Prince Dean was the perfect fit for a King. Dished out orders and listened to them when he needed to. He was a troublemaker, but he never disobeyed a direct order from the King. An exemplary heir to the throne.

God, you hated him. You never wanted to throw dirty bucket water on someone so much before… Besides Lilith, Meg, and Bela of course. But he was a bona-fide asshole.

Especially after that first week when you realized Prince Dean was the same person in the hallway you called an ass.

You were silent the whole way, walking out of the throne room. Once you were finally out in the hallway, the door slammed shut and the Prince just stared at you. With a grin.

You began fidgeting in your place and finally spoke.

“Your Highness wanted me to clean your...uh… shoes?”

“You may,” The Prince said with a smirk and a nod.

You clutched the end of your rag tightly and began to slowly sink to the floor. It was downright humiliating to clean someone else’s shoes. Much less a douchebag Prince.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” You answered softly.

“Y/N?” The Prince repeated.

“Yes,”

“A simple name for someone who's so much trouble,” You stayed silent. If this were the streets of Lawrence, he would have gotten a swift kick to the balls already.

The rag touched Prince Dean’s shoes and he let out a slow chuckle while you began to polish.

“Where’s that feistiness from earlier, Y/N?”  You didn't respond. You continued to clean, just like Mrs. Ellen taught you. Circles.

“You know, I think I liked you better talking. You’re not going to say anything now?”

“If you don't want to talk, I can just make you talk… One way or another,” You paused polishing his shoes and rose to your feet slowly. You gave the Prince a wry smile.

“Good luck with that, Asshole.” You picked up your bucket and began walking towards the kitchen again. You needed way more cleaning supplies to finish up the throne room.

“I know your type,” Prince Dean echoed down the hallway for you to hear. “You'll blow up with the right amount of pushing.” He said chuckling at the end.

That laugh had been etched into your brain ever since then. And true to his words, Prince Dean was pushing and testing your patience to the limit.

“Say Mrs. Ellen, would you please send Y/N over to fill my cup of wine. It seems to be empty,”

“You wouldn't mind polishing my set of armor, huh Princess? It's seen better days… Can't say the same for you though,”

“Could you grab those volumes of scrolls for me on the top shelf? Try not to fall from the ladder though, Sweetheart. I need you to sort out the shelves next.”

Charlie thought it was cute though. Funny even.

“You're totally one of his favorite maids in the palace. He might even have a crush on you,” She said giggling.

But other than Prince Dean, the palace wasn't so awful to work in. Especially when you got to clean the library like you were doing right now.

The palace library was incredible. Books upon books pouring out of the shelves. Some of them looked brand new, never opened before and some looked older than the palace itself.

Those were your favorites. They were priceless antiques. And they reminded you of your parents.

You never knew who you would run into when cleaning the library. Sometimes it would be Bobby with a mountain of scrolls and books stacked sky high, murmuring “Balls” to himself every so often. And sometimes it would be Prince Dean fondling the dress of a giggling maid while “practicing” his studies.

Today, it was Prince Samuel.

“Exorcizamos te, omnis immundos spiritos, omnis satanica potestas,” The Prince recited slowly.

You shook your head. He'd been practicing the same chant since you started cleaning the library. You were more than halfway done now. The guy was a perfectionist when it came to his studies. But his Latin needed a little bit of help.

You really should've held your tongue seeing as how your mouth got you in trouble the first time with the older Prince. But some of the pronunciation was cringeworthy. The words spilled from your mouth all too quickly.

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,” You spoke aloud.

You watched the Prince jump in surprise and spin around from his study desk. His mouth opened up in a weird O-shape.

“Hi, I um, I didn’t see you there.” He said scratching his head. He began to ramble. “Well I did but I sort of forgot since you were cleaning so quietly… What did you just say?”

You grinned at his awkwardness. You held your feather duster in one hand while still grabbing the ladder you were using to clean the shelves.

“I said Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus. You’re turning the “u” into an “o”. Your Latin would be perfect otherwise,”

The Prince wrinkled his nose. “Is that why it's been sounding off?” You nodded.

“‘Fraid so,”

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,” He enunciated slowly.

“Exactly,” You said jumping off the ladder. You walked over to the book in front of him. Your fingers lightly skimmed the page and you pointed.

“Also this word right here, omnis, watch how you say it because it's starting to sound like omnos. And if you screw up omnis, you're screwing yourself. It's in like every Latin book you read,”

“Well, um, thank you.” The younger Prince nodded to you, with a look of slight disbelief.

“You’re welcome, your Highness.” You said with a curtsy before turning to clean some more.

“Wait!” The Prince shouted abruptly. You spun back around with surprised eyes. The Prince was now standing up from his desk.

You never realized how tall the guy was until now, standing right in front of him. But he was a freaking giant. And Charlie was right. The Prince was beautiful.

“Yes, your Highness?” You said, your head slightly bowed.

“Don’t call me that,” Prince Samuel said quickly before you could finish your sentence. “I mean, I'm not your Highness or anything like that. I'm just Samuel. Well, Sam.”

You smiled and stuck your hand out. “Great, cause I'm just Y/N,”

Sam looked at your hand for a second before grabbing it. His eyes flit to your face for a brief second, slightly squinting, before realization dawned on him.

“You’re the new cleaning staff,” He said knowingly.

You shrugged. “Well one would assume that since we've never officially met before,”

“No, I mean you're the new girl that Dean keeps mentioning,”

You groaned. “Are you gonna hate me now and make my life miserable too?”

Sam let out a laugh and shook his head. “No, I think it's great he can't get to you. It pisses him off that you're not reacting,”

“I'm glad my plan actually is semi-working then… Notice I say semi. Your brother is going to get me fired, I can feel it in my bones.” You said sighing.

Sam grinned and began packing up his books on the table.

“I apologize for whatever my dickish brother has put you through but I promise you he's not trying to get you fired.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, right,”

“No honestly. I think he’s just bored.” Sam said matter-of-factly.

“Hell of a way to alleviate your boredom.” You scoffed.

Sam held up his hands in defense. “Again, not sticking up in any way for my brother but we're stuck in this palace 24/7. And the only time we get out and leave these walls, we’re on royal business.”

You crinkled your nose. “I don't understand. I thought you guys had money, could basically do whatever you want.”

Sam gave a humorless laugh. “You think if I could do whatever I wanted, I would be here studying Latin?”

“Well, why are you here studying Latin? A weird dark spell? In Latin at that…” You said recalling the words.

“It's an exorcism. We're suppose to get a well rounded education on Dark Magic if we were ever to encounter it here in the palace or on the battlefield.” Sam explained.

“Battlefield? Battlefield for what? Lawrence hasn't had a war in at least 20 or 30 years.”

Sam shrugged. “Always good to be prepared I guess… How do you know so much about my studies? Especially Latin? I mean not to say that the average commoner doesn't kno-”

You waved him off. “My parents taught me. They were antiquers.” You smiled at the memory. “Had a lot of books... My friend Charlie is also a huge nerd.”

“Well that makes two of us. I don't actually hate my studies. It's just frustrating sometimes when my professor runs off,” Sam said with a frustrated sigh.

“What do you mean by runs off?” You said with a furrowed eyebrow.

“I-” Sam’s words were cut off by the sound of the library door being swung open and giggles being heard. Sam rolled his eyes. “That's what I mean,”

You turned around and saw Prince Dean whispering in a woman’s ear while she giggled loudly in the quiet library. You actually recognized the woman as one of the Winchester’s instructors, now that you looked more closely.

Prince Dean suddenly locked eyes with you.

“I see you've met the finest hands in all of Lawrence, Sammy.”

“And I see you’ve brought back our instructor. No thanks to the two of you, I actually learned something today,” The instructor finally had the nerve to look ashamed for once and Sam suddenly had a wide smile plastered on his face.

“Mistress Hurley,” Sam said taking a step towards her. “Seeing as how your other side tasks have taken priority over our lessons, I'm happy to relieve you of your duties as instructor.”

The poor girl’s eyes widened in seconds. “But, your Ma-” She stuttered.

“You are dismissed, Mistress Hurley.” Sam spoke over her. You slightly flinched. Getting fired by a Prince was even worse in person than your imagination. You felt for her… Only somewhat.

Mistress Hurley’s bottom lip began to quiver. “I apologize, your Highness.” She said bowing before running out of the library. If you listened closely enough, you could hear a high-pitched whimpering sound outside of the door. You honestly didn’t think Sam had it in him to fire her so coldly. 

“Dammit, Sammy. What the hell?” Prince Dean spat, fist clenched at his side.

Sam sighed. “Dean, the whole point of having an instructor is so we can learn something. Not for you to sleep with them.”

“Yeah, and the whole point of having a maid is for her to clean. Not to slack and spend time with you.” He said whipping his head towards you. “How about I dismiss her?”

Sam didn’t seem threatened at all. Almost like this was a regularly occurring thing he had to go through.

“You do that Dean and I’ll just rehire her. Plus, what would Father say about you firing the best throne maiden he’s had in years?”

Your eyes widened at that. Best in years? Surely Sam was overexaggerating to push Prince Dean more into a corner.

Prince Dean’s mouth slowly formed into a straight line.

“Hope she’s worth sticking your neck out for, Sammy.” Dean said with hardened eyes.

“You know, I think she is.” Sam said with a light smile.

Dean gave you one last glare before storming out of the library and slamming the door shut. You stood there speechless while Sam laughed.

“Yeah, he's got it bad for you.”

You took your feather duster and whacked Sam in the arm with it.

“Shut up, it's not funny! He almost fired my ass.” You took in a deep breath to calm yourself.

“Did you just hit me with a feather duster?”

“Yes, and I'll do it again if you try and pull something like that again. I can't afford to lose this job.” You said waving the feather duster at Sam, menacingly.

“Dean’s not going to fire you or else he would have done it already.” Sam said plopping back down at the table.

“Coming from the guy who just fired their school instructor.” You said pointedly.

“Mistress Hurley hasn't been doing her job for months now… Dean isn't the only one who she's been “teaching” Latin to…”

“You're kidding. Prince Samuel, I didn't peg you for the type of Prince to do such naughty things.” You said with an exaggerated gasp.

“No, not me! I wouldn't- I don't -” He stumbled, very flustered.

“I’m just kidding. I wanted to see if Prince's actually blush or not.” You grinned.

Sam groaned. “You're going to be a handful, aren't you?”

God forbid your turn around because you grown to really know John over the past month. And that he truly means the words coming out of his mouth— you know he’s looking at you like you’re the only person on earth.

John knows how you feel too, knows that little huff you let out to calm yourself down, rubbing the nape of your neck where your curls are to calm yourself down heart rate.

It doesn’t help.

It never does.

“I got your order ready. I don’t know what you would need so much wood for that ain’t for them horse pens.” You let out a little grunt as you lift the two bundles of planks onto a rolling cart.

“Well,” he starts, inching closer to you, “A few lil birdies told me that you liked watchin the swans ‘round the pond near Handersberg. Thought it’d be good t’ put a proper bench there.”

A few little birdies—

You want to crawl under your skin knowing your older sisters revealed your secret, heat flaming under your cheeks, you finally turn to meet him. “I’m sorry ‘bout that John. You don’t have to-“

“—I want to.” He corrected, face softening, “Anythang t’ see that pretty smile on yer face. Plus, I’ve already imagined the sun on your skin, the pettles from the trees fallin while you watch your little swans.”

And your heart couldve burst right there. Made your stomach flip a million times over the way he spoke to gently with you, the way he wanted to protect the things you liked.

John gave you a small smile, putting on his hat and taking the cart from yout hands, your fingers brushing against each other. You yank your hand back moving out the way so he can properly steer it towards the entrance.

“I’ll see you tomorrow honey.”

You shake your head in disbelief, scuffing, “You’re a scary man John Price.”

He turns, “and what makes you say that?”

You nod, gulping down the fear in your mouth, “You know just what to say to enchant someone. Could get just about anyone t’fall in love with you.”

John gives you a look you can’t really recognize, but he comes closer, his boots heavy on the floor with every step, taking your hand in his larger one. You searches you face, titling down to get a good look at you.

“I don’t intend on enchantin’ you, or anyone for that matter.” And he lifts yout hand, bringing it to his heart. And you can feel he loud ‘thunk, thunk, thunk,’ “Just want you to know ‘m serious boutcha. That I’m bein true to my word, and my love for you’s real as I’ve ever known it to be.”

He sees sees the cogs in your brain moving, thumbing your hand in his.

You’re finally able to muster out your words, “I-I don’t like games.”

“I can see that.”

“And it don’t intend on throwin you any bones.”

“I love a chase baby.”

“And I’m scared to fall in love with you. Or anyone for that matter.” Your eyes are weary, searching his eyes and getting exactly what you need— reassurance. A steadiness. “But I’m willin t’give my trust to you.”

You clench his shirt, “So don’t fuck with me.”

John is practically buzzing off the walls. The stupid boyish smile on his face. He lays a soft kiss on your cheek, caressing the apple of it with his hand, “Wouldn’t plan on it.”

And John knows he’s pushing it here, should just let you go but he’s eager, needy— aching to see you on the days you don’t work. “Saturday night, a little date?”

You let go of him, going around the counter and getting back to work. You mumble, glancing over your shoulder,

“7 o’clock is fine.”

a/n: I like this rn I think.

How sweet...

What [Name] wasn't expecting was to lose their balance suddenly, falling without time to save anyone from the impact. It was in that instant that the boy woke up and swiftly, in one motion, pulled [Name] close to him to prevent them from crushing the animals that had been observing him.

However, that act of kindness left the two of them in a bit of a compromising position for two strangers to be in...

Footsteps were heard growing faster with every passing second.

[Name]'s face burned red at the closeness even if there was no lustful intentions behind the resulting position. It was for the animals, it wasn't toward them of all people! This boy didn't know them.

"SILVER!?? WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?" a voice asked quite loudly as he approached the two of them. "HOW DARE YOU, HUMAN!!!!"

Silver sighed.

He was human too. Wasn't he?

Truthfully, despite being raised by a fairy, Silver thought that Sebek needed to change his attitude even if just a tad. They did go to what amounted to a majority human school. Didn't they? It was inappropriate.

"Sebek, be quiet," Silver replied, hesitating to move lest he make the situation even more compromising, "Are you alright?"

The second part of his statement was toward the fallen [Name]. They blinked a few times before nodding, trying to get to their feet without injuring themself or "Silver" (as they had learned from the louder boy, "Sebek"). They did not succeed.

Where do you put your hands in this situation? They didn't want to make it worse. Lost in the moment, they could only nod to Silver.

This is definitely something to add to my journal...

"I'm fine, thank you for protecting the animals," [Name] told Silver.

A serious expression graced Silver's face.

"I wouldn't want them to get hurt, they're innocent."

This was Silver's personal sentiment as a knight and as the little boy who played in the woods for many formative years of his life.

"SILVER. DETACH YOURSELF FROM THAT HUMAN AT ONCE."

Sebek was... persistent.

Yes... Let's go with that word rather than the couple of insults that buzzed around Silver's mind at that moment. Sebek should, in an ideal world, know better than to be rude to a stranger, a guest at their school no less.

"Right," Silver replied, standing instantly before helping [Name] to their feet before stepping away from them.

It all happened so quickly that [Name] wasn't sure how he'd done it.

"I apologize for that," Silver told them, looking just a tad sheepish, "It was not behavior befitting a knight to my Master. I hope you will forgive me."

[Name] was at a loss for words once more. Master? Knight?

"It's okay," they assured, unsure what else to say.

But, really, it was fine. No harm done. If it was for the animals then it was well worth it. Silver hadn't had any perverse thoughts by it. It was a little awkward but all's well that ends well. That was their thought.

Silver nodded for the second or perhaps the third time in the interaction as he gave Sebek a look (this made Sebek's harsh anti-human glare lessen ever-so-slightly).

"Once again, I apologize to you..." Silver trailed off, "Ah, I don't believe I've even introduced..."

In the two seconds Silver paused, Sebek cut him off.

"This is Silver and I am Sebek Zigvolt. Guards to Malleus-sama, we are here to ensure his safety," Sebek explained as if reciting something that had been taught to him from a young age.

"That we are," Silver agreed, "And you are..?"

"[Full Name]," [Name] answered, "A pleasure to meet you."

"Of course," Silver spoke, shooting a look at Sebek who was still glaring daggers at [Name] from earlier, "We have to leave now, but maybe we'll cross paths again."

A smile graced [Name]'s lips as they nodded.

What an interesting pair.

Unknown to [Name], Silver would think back on their encounter that night. Perhaps that was a first for him. It would be something for his father to tease him about for the rest of eternity, he supposed.

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