http://archiveofourown.org/works/1938657?view_full_work=true
In the city of Wayland, rumors of a plot to kill Prince Ivan of the Braginsky family have been circulating, and a knight known as the Ghost of Bellmore is ordered to prevent that from happening. Naturally, the prince and knight grow closer due to spending the majority of their time together, which eventually blossoms into a forbidden romance that they must keep secret. However, when their relationship is discovered by the very people who want Ivan dead, things take a horrible turn that leave the White Knight struggling to cope with his life afterward.
Really cute fanfic! (〃・ω・〃)I love the AU, and I feel like the characters are very well-written. Also, this fanfic might be sorta long-ish, but it’s worth every minute of it (*^v^*)
Writing style, details etc.: 9/10
Prince Ivan was sitting on the other side of the room at a desk with his back facing Gilbert. He didn't seem to have an immediate interest in the arrival of his knight at all. Gilbert tilted his head a bit, and noticed that the prince wasn't entirely as he pictured in his head. Rather than looking like the typical fancy prince, Ivan looked a lot like his father, except for the long scarf hanging over his back. He had the same dusty blond hair as his father did, and his body looked large even when sitting in a chair, his shoulders broad and thick.
"You are late, knight." Gilbert stiffened and his heart fluttered quickly for a second. "I do not like waiting..." Ivan placed his pen down and turned around to look at his knight, whom he was actually going to punish a bit for being late, but the instant Ivan laid his eyes upon the knight, he froze, amazed by what he saw. His eyes went wide, and he was speechless. Gilbert held his gaze for a moment, a bit frightened that he already wronged the prince within a minute of their first meeting. Then, he began to wonder about the look Ivan was giving him, he looked strangely stunned.
Ivan cleared his throat quietly. "But... I will make an exception. You had a long journey, you must be tired, yes?" Ivan asked.
Gilbert blinked widely. "Um. Yes—I mean, no. I...."
Ivan tilted his head, curious. "It's all right. Don't look so frightened. What is your name?"
"Gilbert Beilschmidt, your highness."
"Call me 'Lord.' I don't like 'highness.'" Gilbert nodded once. "So you are my knight..." Ivan scanned the unusually pale man up and down. "Well, show me what you can do." He smiled.
Gilbert stood there in confusion. "Um... how do you...?"
Ivan's smile turned into a small grin. "Protect me."
The German glanced around, even more confused. "Uh..."
Ivan laughed softly, though it almost sounded like a giggle. "I don't mean right now, silly! Your job is to protect me 24/7, so I'll see what you can do eventually."
Gilbert sighed heavily. 'This guy's gonna give me a heart attack...'
"I am sorry. You're fun to mess with, is all." Ivan stood up. "I'd like to get to know my knight better, so I'll prepare a meal for us."
Gilbert nodded his head, but Ivan noticed how the man's head swayed a little and how his eyes were drooping down. "You look tired. Are you?"
"Ah ah." Ivan waved his index finger at the albino. "Lord."
"Right, I'm sorry, Lord Ivan."
"Good. Now don't lie. Are you tired?"
Gilbert nodded once. "I rode through the night to get here."
Ivan looked confused. "Why didn't you stop at an inn?"
"I did, but then I found out that I took a wrong road and was lost." Gilbert chuckled nervously.
The prince really liked that. "I see, well I can tell you're tired. Follow me." Ivan went to the door, walked out, and Gilbert followed behind like an obedient puppy. Ivan took him down a few halls to another room.
"You can sleep in here for a few hours, and then later I'll have a meal prepared for us in the evening." Ivan walked farther into the room. "You'll find sleepwear in the dresser, and you can just put your armor on the table."
Gilbert looked around the room. It was much bigger than his room back home and everything looked more comfortable, especially the bed. Part of him felt like it wasn't right to accept such a nice offer, but he was extremely tired and the queen sized bed looked very appealing. He turned to Ivan.
"Thank you, I appreciate it."
Ivan smiled softly. "I'll come back for you later." He went to the door and watched Gilbert for a moment. 'I like him already,' he thought, and then left.