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NOT A PR0MPT

A prince rescued by a flirty knight

I made him a little less flirty and a little more spicy and teasing- my bad. Enjoy your tarnished platter <3

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The prince couldn’t bare the rustling of grass. Who knew what prowled in the field before him, with him? Creatures with four-legs seemed a reasonable conclusion, though unlike that which everyone worried about, Prince Neveer was more worried about a creature with two legs. Another human.

More alarming than anything, Neveer worried he was being chased by these other humans.

Damn it, he was always being chased. Always, no matter what. No matter the pacts he made, the treaties he signed, the princesses he swore he’d marry...no one knew those seals were made with his father’s ring, not his own. Or maybe they did. And maybe that’s why every noise in the tall grasses scared the prince so.

“You are a deer.”

The voice startled the prince so badly that he hurt his neck turning his head. His heart nearly combusted with how quickly it was beating.

Black hair, silver shoulders. The knight who rescued him countless times. The knight which Neveer spited every chance he got for his arrogance. He rolled his eyes and turned away.

“A small, quaint, and injured deer.” The knight added, after a moment of continued observation, “With scared, doe eyes.”

“How did you find me?” Annoyance laced the prince’s tone, but truthfully, he was grateful to see the knight’s face.

The knight shrugged, practically ignoring the prince, and came closer to him. His lips became pursed as he brushed a calloused thumb over a scratch on Neveer’s cheek. The prince, in turn, winced and smacked the hand away.

“Or a feisty cat. So feline with your pretty robes and shiny jewels. Not strutting now, are you?”

Neveer wasn’t a deer, or a cat, or whatever else the knight wanted to call him. He was a prince. A prince whose crown was constantly being knocked off his own head. How sad, he bet the knight thought of him. Neveer didn’t need pity; he needed-

“Home. Now,” the prince said.

“Not going to ask me nicely? Call me Sir, even?”

“You are titles beneath me.”

“And a foot taller than you.”

So Neveer was at a standstill. He knew the knight wouldn’t move another step until he got what he wanted. Gritting his teeth, the prince asked, “Will you take me home, Sir?”

“I think you might have forgotten a word.”

“Please! For the love of your commander, of your prince, and king. Please,” he shouted, “take me home!”

The knight smiled, looked Neveer up and down…hummed. “I like that,” the knight said, and began trekking through the tall grasses. “If you want to make it more than three steps into these grasses without stepping on a snake, how about you kneel and beg me to carry you.”

It was no suggestion. “Absolutely not. I do not kneel to you,” Neveer said. “You kneel to me.”

“You are going to say that to me now?”

The prince’s lip curled, challenging the only person capable of taking him home.

“I thought princes were supposed to be more levelheaded than this. Your dramatics are endearing, but we should really go before the sun sets, so do yourself a favour”- the knight smiled- “and kneel.”

Loosing a deep breath, the prince finally complied- not because he was lesser than the knight, or because he was weak-willed, or anything of that sort. Neveer knelt because even he, an arrogant and selfish man with too many rings on his fingers, knew better than to stay in a field of tall grass after dark.

“Will you please take me home, you-brilliant-knight-you? Carry me through the fields and leave me at the gates beneath the shadows of clouds, beneath the moon as glorious as your eyes.” The knight wanted dramatics? There they were.

Shrugging, the knight said, “I guess so, but only because you asked so very nicely, Neveer. Stand up, we have a long walk from here and we are losing sunlight with every heartbeat.”

“Sunlight does not matter when I have you to lead me,” the prince snarked. “If you ever pull this again, I will send you to the dungeons, do you understand?”

Laughing, the knight gloated. “You might have been exaggerating when you begged, but I know how you look at me, Prince. If you sent me to any dungeon, I am not so sure the chains would be used to detain me.” 

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But I never felt that way at all. I was on the edge of my seat the whole time, and never once felt like I wanted to look at the time or anything.

Like, before this movie “Batman Begins” was my personal favorite Batman movie, but I’ll admit that I saw that one as a bit slow--even though I love the script for it so much, and know it’s one hundred percent necessary--and could get kind of sleepy at the start of it, to my shame. Even though, again, the script is wonderful and you need that part.

But I didn’t have that at all with this movie. Nothing close to it.