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Percy's POV

My family sat beside me in stunned silence, staring at the flames of my face and my full name burning across the sky as they slowly faded away.

For a moment, nobody spoke.

Then every gaze in the arena shifted toward me.

The nobles.

The knights.

The people in the stands.

All of them looked at me with the same expression—shock and amazement.

But I barely noticed.

Because my Knight had reappeared.

They stood before me, bowing deeply before rising and holding out their arm for me.

"I'm sorry that took so long, my prince," they said with a bright smile. "Did you enjoy the show?"

I stared at my beloved Knight.

The person who had just filled the sky with my family's crest.

The person who had created my name in flames for the entire realm to see.

I couldn't help myself.

I pulled them down onto my lap and wrapped my arms around them.

A wave of gasps spread through the arena.

But I didn't care.

"You did amazing," I whispered. "My love... I can't believe you can do something like that. I am so honored and lucky to have you."

"Son."

My father's voice cut through my happiness.

I looked up.

"I understand that your Knight is your Knight," he said carefully, "but you are not married. You cannot do that in public."

My Knight let out a small yelp of embarrassment and immediately jumped off my lap, bowing even deeper than before.

Their face had turned bright red.

"Father, I apologize," I said quickly. "I was simply overwhelmed. Seeing my name... my face... displayed in the sky like that..."

I looked back at my Knight.

"I was happy."

My father studied me for a moment before sighing with a small smile.

"No worries. I think everyone is far too shocked to notice anything else."

I knew he was right.

The nobles were already whispering.

I could only imagine what they were saying.

"My Knight."

"Yes, my prince?"

"That was quite a performance, but your hands..."

I looked down at the blood still staining their palms.

"How about I help you with those wounds?"

Their expression softened.

"I would be honored, my prince."

They smiled.

"Thank you."

Arm in arm, we walked away toward the infirmary.

And for once, I didn't care what anyone else thought.

My Knight was here.

Percy's POV

We reached the infirmary, and thankfully it was quiet.

We were completely alone.

I carefully took my Knight's hands and began cleaning and bandaging their wounds.

"So reckless, my love," I whispered. "Please don't do that again."

They gave me that familiar reassuring smile, like protecting me was the easiest thing in the world.

But to me, it wasn't that simple.

They mattered too much.

I looked around.

No one was near.

For once, there were no nobles watching, no expectations, no responsibilities.

Just us.

I reached up and gently held my Knight's face.

Those beautiful eyes looked back at me, filled with the same loyalty and warmth they had shown me since the day we met.

Before I could lose my courage, I leaned forward and kissed them.

Slowly.

Tenderly.

Our first kiss.

My first kiss.

For a moment, the entire world disappeared.

There were no titles.

No duties.

No fear of what tomorrow would bring.

Only my Knight and me.

When I finally pulled away, they looked completely stunned.

The person who could face monsters without hesitation suddenly seemed at a loss for words.

Their eyes were wide, and their expression held something I had never seen before.

Not just loyalty.

Not just devotion.

Something deeper.

Perhaps love.

I couldn't help but smile.

Because with my Knight, there had never been expectations.

Only trust.

Only protection.

Only the happiness we found in each other's presence.

Captain's POV

This kid is nearly a monster.

The sheer skill they've displayed, and they haven't even used all the abilities at their disposal.

During the week or so their family stayed here, I got along well with their father. I learned he was a powerful mage, and he told me his child had the potential to become even more powerful than he was.

Yet they hadn't used a single spell during either of these two fights.

As I walked into the arena, the child seemed excited at the prospect of fighting me.

For that...

I was in no mood to be put down by an already injured and possibly mildly psychotic child, if their uncles' words rang true.

I recognized the look in their eyes.

Even if I won, it certainly wouldn't be easy.

So instead of challenging them, I decided to talk.

I'd already seen enough of their skill.

With so many nobles having traveled here specifically to watch them fight, I asked if they would instead put on a bit of a magical show.

A mischievous glint appeared in their eyes.

"I suppose I can do that."

I suddenly had a feeling I might regret asking.

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Knight's POV

I cast a simple spell, amplifying my voice so the entire arena could hear me.

"Our dear Captain has decided I've already proven myself worthy, so I believe the tournament ends here after only two fights."

The crowd erupted into surprised murmurs, both from the announcement and from how loudly my voice carried.

I smiled.

"But I know many of you have traveled for days just to see little old me."

A few people laughed.

"So, at the Captain's request..."

I gave a theatrical bow.

"...I'd like to put on a little magic show for all of you."

"A magic show?" I heard someone in the crowd ask.

Whispers spread throughout the arena.

I grinned.

Then...

I vanished.

The crowd gasped.

People looked around frantically, trying to find me.

Where had I gone?

I reappeared beside my prince, kneeling gracefully at his feet with a single red rose that I pulled seemingly from nowhere.

Percy stared at me in complete surprise.

I held the rose out to him.

"My prince."

He accepted it with a stunned expression.

I smiled, bowed my head, and disappeared once more.

An instant later, I stood back in the center of the arena.

Quietly muttering a few incantations, I raised my hands.

Brilliant fireworks burst into the sky.

They climbed higher and higher until they exploded into the unmistakable crest of House de Rolo.

The crowd broke into cheers.

Without stopping, I stomped my foot.

The earth rumbled beneath us.

Massive stone statues burst from the arena floor, each one carved in the perfect likeness of a member of the royal family.

Every tiny detail...

Every expression...

Captured flawlessly in stone.

The nobles stared in astonishment.

Then came the finale.

A towering wall of fire erupted around me, spiraling higher and higher.

The flames twisted and danced until they formed glowing letters across the sky.

Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III

The name burned brilliantly above the arena.

Then the fire shifted one final time, shaping itself into a blazing portrait of my prince's face.

I gave one last dramatic bow.

The flames vanished.

The fireworks faded.

The statues slowly crumbled back into the earth.

Silence...

Then the entire arena erupted into deafening applause.

───

Percy's POV

When I saw the Captain step into the arena, I won't deny...

I was worried.

But it turned out he hadn't come to fight my Knight at all.

After only two matches, he had already declared them worthy.

Instead, he asked for a demonstration of their magic.

Then I heard my love's voice ring throughout the entire arena.

They announced they would put on a show.

A heartbeat later...

They were kneeling beside me.

I hadn't even seen them move.

They held out a beautiful red rose.

I wasn't sure where it had come from...

But I accepted it without hesitation.

They smiled at me.

Bowed.

Then disappeared once again.

Moments later, fireworks soared into the sky.

My family's crest blossomed above Whitestone in brilliant colors.

I heard my family gasp.

"It truly is beautiful," Mother whispered.

I had a feeling the entire city could see it.

Then my Knight stomped their foot.

The ground erupted as lifelike statues of every member of the royal family rose from the earth.

Each one looked as though it had been carved by the finest sculptor in the world.

The crowd roared with excitement after each new spell.

Then a wall of flames surrounded my Knight.

I watched in awe as the fire twisted into words.

My full name stretched across the sky in blazing letters.

Then...

My face appeared beside it, crafted entirely from living flame.

My cheeks burned almost as brightly as the fire itself.

The entire arena cheered.

I couldn't stop smiling.

Knight's POV

Suddenly, I heard my name called along with one of the other knights.

He looked young, perhaps around twenty.

He gave me a cocky smirk.

"Good luck, kid."

The others laughed.

"You're going to need it," the oldest knight said, patting me on the back.

I simply smiled.

I wasn't very worried.

I strolled out into the arena.

It was enormous.

Rows upon rows of spectators filled the stands. Judging by the way they were dressed, most of them were nobles from neighboring kingdoms who had come to watch today's trials.

My eyes searched the crowd for the one person I was doing all of this for.

Then I found him.

The royal family sat together in a special viewing box overlooking the arena.

My eyes met my prince's.

He looked anxious.

Stressed.

But the moment he noticed me looking back...

His shoulders relaxed, and the worry seemed to melt away.

A loud clearing of someone's throat pulled me from my thoughts.

I turned to face the young knight I'd almost forgotten I was supposed to be fighting.

The announcer raised his voice.

"Begin!"

Without hesitation, my opponent rushed toward me, sword raised.

His first swing was fast.

I stepped aside effortlessly.

Then came another.

And another.

I dodged each strike with ease.

He's swinging too wildly...

Not nearly as disciplined as I expected.

I continued weaving around his attacks, making no attempt to draw my own sword.

I wanted everyone here to see that I didn't rely solely on magic.

I could protect my prince with my blade just as easily.

Finally...

He overextended.

There's the opening.

In one smooth motion, I drew my sword.

Steel rang through the arena as our blades met.

He pushed.

I pushed harder.

With one sharp twist of my wrist, his sword flew from his hand and clattered across the arena floor.

Before he could react...

My blade rested against his throat.

"I believe I've won," I said.

Silence.

Then whispers spread throughout the crowd.

Many of the nobles stared in disbelief.

After all...

I was smaller.

Younger.

And looked far less intimidating than the man I'd just defeated.

From the royal viewing box, I heard my prince cheering louder than anyone else.

His siblings quickly joined in, just as excited by the surprisingly short fight.

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Percy's POV

I couldn't believe it.

They won...

So easily.

Jake was known as one of Father's stronger knights.

And my Knight had defeated him in less than two minutes.

I remembered one of Knight's uncles referring to them as a bloodthirsty monster more than once while their family stayed with us.

At the time, none of the others denied it.

They had only exchanged slightly uncomfortable looks.

Maybe...

He hadn't been exaggerating after all.

---

Royal Knights' POV

"...Did they just take Jake down in two minutes?"

"I think they did."

"What in the world..."

One of the younger knights scratched his head.

"To be fair... Jake underestimated them."

Another knight sighed.

"I think we all did."

The oldest knight folded his arms.

"Well..."

"We won't be making that mistake again."

Knight's POV

I held my hand out to the knight.

"Jake, I believe?"

He looked at my hand before reluctantly shaking it.

"Not bad," I said with a smile.

He gave me a defeated look.

"It was less than two minutes. You humiliated me in front of the entire kingdom."

"Oh, come on," I laughed. "It's a small kingdom. Besides, I'm sure the fight would've lasted much longer if you'd taken me a little more seriously."

He sighed.

"...You're right."

I smiled.

"So, are we good?"

He nodded.

"Yeah. But one day I want a rematch."

"You've got it."

He chuckled.

"I'll hold you to that."

Jake headed back toward the preparation area as the announcer called my next opponent.

"Cage!"

A broad-shouldered knight stepped into the arena and offered me a respectful nod.

"I'm Cage," he introduced himself. "I think I'm going to be a bit more of a challenge than old Jake was."

He grinned.

"And don't worry—I won't be underestimating you for a second."

"Good," I replied, drawing my sword.

"I want a real fight this time."

"You'd better give me one."

He laughed and raised his own blade.

For several long moments...

Neither of us moved.

The arena fell strangely quiet as the crowd whispered in anticipation.

Seeing he wasn't going to make the first move, I decided I would.

I lunged.

Our swords met with a loud crash of steel.

Neither of us gave an inch.

For a few seconds we tested each other's strength, blades locked together.

Then I made my decision.

To hell with it.

I threw myself into a full assault.

Using my speed, I circled around him, striking from different angles. My blade glanced off his armor again and again, searching for an opening.

For a brief moment, Cage lost sight of me.

Then, from the corner of his eye, he caught my next swing.

With incredible strength, he slammed his sword into mine.

The impact sent me flying across the arena.

I rolled across the dirt before quickly pushing myself back to my feet.

I really need to step up my game.

Without hesitating, I charged again.

This time, I abandoned finesse.

I rushed him with the raw strength I'd relied on for years while fighting monsters.

As his blade came down, I caught hold of it with both hands.

Pain shot through my palms as the sharp edge bit into my skin.

Blood dripped onto the arena floor.

I didn't care.

With a roar, I wrenched the sword free from his grip and hurled it away.

Then I threw my own sword aside as well.

No weapons.

Just us.

Before Cage could process what had happened, I was already on him.

I slammed into his armored chest, knocking him off balance.

His eyes widened in surprise.

I tore his helmet free.

Then...

I drove a single punch straight into his face.

Years of battling monsters had given me frightening strength.

Cage collapsed onto the arena floor.

Unconscious.

Knight's POV

As the King led me from the dining hall, Percy said nothing at first. He simply followed behind us.

The King glanced over his shoulder.

"You cannot come. You already have a special seat."

"But, Father..." Percy protested. "I should be with them so they don't get nervous."

The King's expression became serious.

"Percy."

My prince sighed before reluctantly backing down.

"Yes, Father."

The King led me into the arena and stopped outside one of the preparation rooms.

"All right," he said. "Stay here and get yourself prepared. I have some very capable knights, so don't hold back. I'm excited to finally see what you can do in person."

I nodded.

"We'll announce you when we're ready. Before then, why don't you get acquainted with some of the others?"

He gestured toward a handful of knights preparing their equipment nearby.

Then he leaned closer and lowered his voice.

"You could use a little human interaction that isn't my son."

I blinked.

"I think this is the longest the two of you have been apart since you met. It might be a nice palate cleanser."

"Thank you, my lord," I replied with a smile. "I understand. I won't let you down... and I'll try to make some friends, sir."

The King nodded before leaving.

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King's POV

As I left my son's Knight behind, I could practically feel the tension in the air.

I looked back at Percy.

The expression on his face...

I don't even think he realized he was making it.

He had already become so dependent on his Knight that, for a brief moment, I almost reconsidered separating them.

Almost.

But I couldn't.

Everything had already been arranged, and it was far too late to change course now.

Besides...

Surely my son could survive a few hours without them.

I had grown rather fond of the young adventurer myself, as had most of the castle, judging from everything Percy had shared.

As I walked away, I couldn't help noticing that Knight looked more nervous than excited now.

Still...

I had every confidence they would do just fine.

---

Knight's POV

I wasn't sure what this sinking feeling in my chest was.

I felt... anxious.

During breakfast I had been nothing but excited.

Maybe it was just nerves.

I looked around the room and spotted a few royal knights talking among themselves.

Taking a deep breath, I walked over and gave them a small wave.

I was never the socially awkward type...

Just a little out of practice after spending the last few weeks almost exclusively with Percy.

"Hello," I said, my voice a little shaky. "I'm Prince Percival's soon-to-be sworn knight. It's a pleasure to meet you all... and soon battle you."

The knights looked me up and down before a few of them chuckled.

"We've heard about you," one of them said. "You're the kid who saved the royal family with a spell a few weeks back."

Another laughed.

"It's going to take a little more than fancy magic tricks to impress us."

"And we've heard you've been spending an awful lot of time with the prince."

"I heard you've even been sleeping in the same bed."

"Well..." I rubbed the back of my neck. "That's true. The prince has nightmares."

I straightened my posture.

"And just because I saved him once with a spell doesn't mean I can't fight."

I smiled confidently.

"I'm more than willing to show all of you."

The oldest knight smirked.

"All right, kid."

"We'll believe it when we see it."

I grinned.

"You will."

"Very soon."

"And I'll prove to everyone that I can protect this kingdom..."

I couldn't help smiling.

Knight's POV

I had been here for three weeks now, and honestly, life was amazing.

Every morning I woke to the most beautiful person I had ever seen clinging to me in his sleep.

The Queen had attempted to separate us during the night several times, but my prince always claimed his nightmares became worse without me. I'm still not entirely sure if he's being truthful or not. He also tends to throw a mild tantrum afterward, but he is a prince, so I ask no questions and make no complaints.

We have been nearly inseparable the entire time.

My prince even insisted I start doing some of the things his servants would usually do—dress him, bathe him, and brush his hair. He insisted I should do those things instead so nobody else had to touch him.

I had seen him being pampered before all this, and honestly, I adore doing those tasks for him. I much prefer it.

I do think it might be a bit overkill, considering I've been doing all those things myself since I was old enough to manage, but he is a prince, and I don't want anyone else getting that close to him either.

Besides...

I never had many dolls growing up that I didn't eventually lose, so dressing him up is rather fun.

He even lets me pick out his clothes.

I even had him wear an entirely pink outfit one day...

Not one complaint.

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Percy's POV

My whole life, I have never been this happy.

And I'm only going to become happier.

When I suggested my Knight begin taking over my grooming and dressing, they practically jumped at the chance.

I know it's because they don't want anyone else touching me.

Truthfully...

I feel exactly the same.

I technically could dress myself. It's simply something I grew up having servants do.

Still, I let my Knight have their fun.

Not one word escaped my lips when they dressed me in that pink monstrosity the other day.

I couldn't bring myself to complain after seeing that silly smile on their face.

It takes up more of their free time...

But that time would have been spent with me anyway.

Today, my Knight would be participating in their first match against Father's royal knights.

They had been nearly bouncing off the walls with excitement all morning.

I know they miss life on the road—the constant danger and fighting for survival. Sometimes they tell me stories about their rather gory and vicious battles. I always listen intently, though I still find it difficult to picture my sweet Knight, who is barely three years younger than I am, as such a ruthless fighter.

But...

That is the world we live in.

And I accept every part of them.

"My Knight," I called.

"Yes, my prince?"

"We should begin getting you ready for your fight."

"I agree."

"I have something for you first, though."

I walked over to my wardrobe and retrieved a long, narrow package wrapped in plain paper before placing it in their hands.

As my Knight unwrapped it, they revealed a beautiful sword.

The blade was sharp and deadly, perfectly balanced, and nearly the perfect size for them.

Carved into the hilt was my family's crest.

They swung it a few times, twirling it through the air and playfully testing its weight while admiring the craftsmanship.

Suddenly, they carefully set it down and threw their arms around me.

"Oh, my prince! Thank you! It's amazing!"

They hugged me even tighter.

"I promise I'll put this sword to good use! Oh, I'm so excited to fight in your honor and make you proud! I promise all the nobles who came to watch me prove myself will be so jealous that you have such a strong and capable knight. They'll be seething!"

I laughed.

Knowing my Knight...

That was probably true.

It would be difficult to find someone as loyal...

As strong...

And...

My love.

My Knight.

"I know," I replied with a grin. "I am about to become the envy of the entire realm."

My Knight finished dressing me before I helped them fasten their rather sparse armor.

Mostly leather.

Their usual traveling attire.

They insisted they had no need for one of the "fancy metal suits," as they called them.

They seemed to despise heavy plate armor.

I opened the door for them, and together we stepped into the hallway.

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Knight's POV

Ever the gentleman, Percy opened the door for me, and we walked arm in arm toward our first meal of the day.

The castle buzzed with its usual activity.

Servants hurried through the halls, making sure everything ran as smoothly as it always did.

As we passed, I caught whispers among them.

They were always cooing about how cute we were together and how much happier their prince seemed these days.

At first, having so many people around had made me nervous.

But over the past few weeks, I'd gotten to know many of them.

Honestly...

They all seemed wonderful.

Everyone in Whitestone did.

It was so peaceful here.

Sometimes I almost felt like I could let my guard down.

I even caught myself wondering if I really needed to try that hard in today's fight.

After all...

What danger had these royal knights truly faced during such a long time of peace?

I immediately pushed the thought aside.

No.

I would give them my all.

For my prince.

Lost in thought, I barely realized we had already reached the dining hall and taken our seats.

Percy immediately began piling food onto my plate.

A little too much, if you asked me.

"You need plenty of energy for your fight today," he said.

I laughed softly.

"Okay, okay. I understand."

Then I happily began eating.

Knight's POV

We all chatted and caught up. Everyone seemed just as excited—if not more excited—for my fight today than even I was.

Once breakfast had finished, the King led me away from the table to take me to the training grounds where the battles would be held.

I had to prepare with the royal knights, while the royals—including Percy—would have a special place to watch.

Before we left, I reached over and took Percy's hand.

"I'll take my opponents down as quickly as possible," I promised with a smile. "That way I can get back to you sooner... and continue protecting you."

---

Percy's POV

As I watched my Knight walk away beside Father, my heart sank.

We hadn't been separated for more than a few minutes at a time in days.

The thought of being apart from them—even for a little while—made me strangely uneasy.

I hated it.

No...

I hated being away from them.

I took a slow breath and forced myself to relax.

It was only for a little while.

Knight's POV

It had only been a few hours since my family left.

Percy and I had spent the entire time in his room, him comforting me while I tried to get used to the fact that I wouldn't see my family every day anymore.

It would be okay, though.

I had him.

My rock.

My prince.

My world, for now.

---

Percy's POV

My dear Knight had been clinging to me since their family's departure, and I couldn't have been more pleased.

My dear Knight.

Mine.

My love.

With me forever.

I held them a little tighter, leaving barely any space between us.

Soon, it was time for dinner.

Knight looked up at me.

"My prince... I suppose we should eat."

I smiled warmly.

"Yes, my dear Knight. I'm quite famished myself. I simply didn't want to move while you were feeling so down."

A small smile spread across their face.

"You're always so sweet to me. Thank you."

Together, we stood, and I escorted them to the dining hall. As always, I pulled out their chair before taking my own seat beside them.

Everyone was already enjoying pleasant conversation when Father turned his attention toward Knight.

"Young Knight, I believe it's time we begin planning your pledge of fealty to my dear son, Percival."

Knight immediately sat a little straighter.

"I would like to make it a grand occasion," Father continued. "A feast. A celebration worthy of welcoming a new royal knight."

He smiled.

"However, before that day comes, I would like you to test your skills against some of my royal knights. Judging by everything your family has told me about your accomplishments, I have no doubt you'll do well."

"Of course, Your Majesty," Knight replied without hesitation. "I have no objections. It would be an honor to prove my strength in service to my prince."

"Excellent."

Father nodded approvingly.

"It will likely be a few months before all the preparations are complete. That should also give your family time to return for the ceremony."

Knight's eyes widened.

"They'll... they'll be able to come?"

"I've already let them know before hand. They believe they should be able to make it."

Knight practically lit up with excitement.

Not only would they be swearing their allegiance to me...

Their family would be there to witness one of the most important days of their life.

---

Percy's POV

As Father and my Knight discussed the details, I quietly reached beneath the table and took their hand in mine.

I couldn't help worrying about the trials.

Father wanted to see how skilled Knight truly was, and that meant facing the royal knights.

I had no doubt my Knight was talented. Their family had spoken endlessly of the monsters they had slain and the people they had saved.

Even so...

Our royal knights were not opponents to underestimate.

I didn't want my dear Knight getting hurt.

...Though a small, selfish part of me whispered that if they were injured badly enough that they couldn't leave my side...

Keeping them with me would be so much easier.

I pushed the thought away.

No.

My Knight was strong.

They wanted nothing more than to protect me.

Just the other day, they had picked me up bridal style over a tiny puddle because they didn't want my shoes to get wet.

Mind you...

I'm nearly a foot taller than they are.

Most people would probably find that overwhelming.

I didn't.

I couldn't get enough of it.

Knight's POV

Three days had passed since my parents agreed to let me stay.

Today, they were leaving.

Honestly, I was going to miss them so much. They were the only family I had ever known. They had all helped raise me, but I was still excited to begin this new chapter of my life.

For the past three days, I had spent every moment I could with them before they continued their adventures. Last night, we set up camp outside the castle for one last hurrah. There was singing, dancing, and plenty of ale. Even Percy and some of his siblings joined in, never having experienced anything like it before.

Now it was morning.

It was time to say goodbye.

---

Mom's POV

"My darling Knight..."

I wrapped my child in the tightest hug I could manage as tears streamed down my face.

"We're going to miss you so, so much. Please stay safe. Eat healthy, always clean up after yourself, and don't let yourself get hurt."

I squeezed them even tighter.

"My baby... my baby..."

---

Dad's POV

I watched my wife practically suffocating our poor child, sobbing and blubbering, nearly inconsolable.

Placing a hand on her shoulder, I sighed.

"Darling... our child is turning blue. You need to let go."

The moment those words left my mouth, she cried even harder.

With a small laugh, I gently pried Knight from her arms so they could breathe again.

Then I hugged them just as tightly myself.

One by one, their aunts and uncles all took their turns, wrapping Knight in loving embraces and saying their final goodbyes—for now.

---

Knight's POV

As I was passed around for round after round of suffocation...

I mean, loving hugs...

...I said my goodbyes to each member of my family.

Eventually, they climbed into their wagons and began their journey once more.

I would miss them terribly.

But this wasn't goodbye forever.

I turned toward where my prince stood a short distance away, watching awkwardly, unsure whether he should interrupt.

Without thinking, I ran straight into his arms.

He caught me without hesitation and held me tightly while I cried.

---

Percy's POV

I held my dear Knight close, my heart aching for them.

They wouldn't see their family for a long time.

I truly did feel sad for them...

But, if I was honest...

I was happy.

Now I would have all of their time.

All of their attention.

If they had been willing to do almost everything I asked before, surely this would only make them happier to please me.

As my sworn knight, I would have nearly complete say over everything they did.

And I knew...

Percy's POV

The sun peeked through my curtains as I lay completely content, holding my sweet Knight tightly as they slept soundly. I didn't move, besides gently running my hands along their side and playing with their hair, enjoying the peaceful look on their face.

In that moment, I decided I wanted to marry them, and I will do whatever I have to make that happen, even if it means running away. Hopefully it doesn't come to that, but I'll cross that bridge if I come to it.

My dear Knight started to stir.

"My prince," they said with a sleepy smile, their hair messy and sleep still in their eyes.

They got up and started doing their morning stretches as I admired them—their ability to wake up and move immediately, and how amazing they looked at any given moment.

After a few minutes, I urged them to lay back down with me. I'd told my Knight that holding me in the mornings made me feel safer throughout the day. No questions were ever asked, only my requests happily followed.

We held each other for an hour, talking about anything except them leaving. Then we got up and headed to the dining hall for breakfast.

Knight's POV

I woke to my prince holding me in a death grip. I made no complaints, but my body needed to stretch first thing in the morning.

I wiggled out of his grip and went through my morning routine. Percy never joined me, but he always cut it a little short by dragging me back to bed so we could hold each other and talk.

I never minded.

I've been thinking about talking to my family, as well as the King and Queen, to see if there's any chance I could visit Whitestone myself, stay during the summers, or anything at all.

My family are adventurers, and they've always said they would support whatever path I choose. I just hope they understand that my path is to be with Percy.

I don't care that I'll most likely never be able to marry him because of my status as a peasant. I just want to be with him until either I die protecting him or one of us passes away from old age.

I know this connection is a little strange. I don't really know how to describe it.

It was instant.

And it feels so deep.

I don't know if they'll let me stay, but I have to do something.

Knight's POV

We headed down to the dining hall for our first meal of the day, my arm linked with Percy's. Ever the gentleman, he led me as always, opening the door for me.

Our families were already seated, enjoying good conversation and an amazing breakfast.

As we entered, the King greeted us.

"Ah, Percy and his Knight! Happy to have you join us before the food gets cold."

Percy smiled as he led me to our seats.

"Now, everyone," the King continued, "I think there's something we need to discuss regarding our young hero and our dear Percival."

He looked between the two of us with a thoughtful smile.

"They've grown rather attached, and I think we should discuss what their future might look like while they're both still so young."

King's POV

"I am sure you've all noticed how close they have become. Last night, my son came to me asking if there was anything we could do about our dear heroes' departure.

"I understand that you need to leave and that you love your nomadic lifestyle. But I was wondering if there is any way we could convince you to stay for a while. It is much safer here, and from our time together I know you all prefer life on the road. However, Knight is still young. Perhaps spending some time in one place would be beneficial... if everyone agrees."

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Knight's POV

As I listened to the king speak, a small spark of hope ignited inside me.

I stepped forward. "Mother, Father, Aunts, Uncles... if it's all right, I was hoping to talk to you about that."

I took a deep breath.

"I've grown rather attached to Percy and Whitestone, and... I wish to stay here with him. I know I'm only a teenager, but I know what path I want to take. I wish to stay with my prince."

My mother looked at me with gentle concern.

"Darling... I don't know. I understand that life on the road can be dangerous, but you've lived it your entire life, and I know how much you love it. We would miss you dearly."

She smiled sadly.

"I thought I had a few more years before the love bug got you and we lost you. Honey, I know you're practically fused to the hip with your prince, but let's be honest—you aren't a noble. You'll never be able to marry him."

The king cleared his throat.

"Now, nobody said that."

Percy and I both blushed at the same time.

My mother's eyes widened in stunned silence.

My father walked over and placed his hands on my shoulders. There was a look in his eyes I recognized immediately—the one he wore whenever he was making a difficult decision.

He looked at me... then at my prince.

After a long moment, he slowly nodded.

"I think... we should let them stay."

The rest of my family exchanged conflicted glances. None of them looked happy, but one by one, they quietly accepted the decision.

For a moment, my prince stood frozen in shock.

Then, just as quickly, he snapped out of it.

Percy's POV

They agreed.

They actually agreed to let my Knight stay.

I could hardly believe it. It felt like a miracle. The weight that had been crushing my chest for days simply vanished.

I didn't have to worry anymore.

Knight could stay with me.

Forever...

And Father had even hinted at marriage.

The thought alone made my heart race.

I looked over at my dear Knight. They stood completely frozen, their eyes wide with what I could only describe as overwhelming relief. I wondered if they were thinking the same thing I was—all the adventures we still had ahead of us, all the mornings, evenings, and years we would get to spend together.

Knight's mother stepped forward with a gentle smile.

"We still want to see you," she said softly. "Just because you're staying here doesn't mean we're losing you. We won't be cutting contact."

She cupped Knight's cheek.

"I want letters, and we'll visit Whitestone at least once a year. You're always welcome to come home for any reason."

"Yes, Mother!" Knight exclaimed, unable to hide their excitement.

They rushed into her arms, wrapping her in a tight embrace before hugging the rest of the family.

"I'm so glad you understand. Thank you... thank you so much."

Knight's mother smiled through watery eyes.

"I'm going to miss you terribly... but it comforts me knowing you'll finally have some stability."

Then Knight's father stepped forward.

"My baby," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm going to miss you more than words can say."

He rested a hand on Knight's shoulder.

"Promise me you'll be good. Eat healthy. Keep practicing your craft."

A faint smile crossed his face.

"You're only fifteen... but you've been living like an adult for years. You've slain more monsters than men three times your age. You've saved thousands... and ended just as many to protect the innocent."

He looked at his child with unmistakable pride.

"You are one of the strongest, most capable people I have ever had the honor of meeting... let alone raising."

His smile faltered.

"You'll always be my baby... but eventually every parent has to let their child choose their own path."

He let out a shaky breath.

"I just hoped that day would come much later."

He pulled Knight into a tight embrace.

"Never forget us."

"I love you."

That was all it took.

Knight broke down into tears, hugging their father as tightly as they could.

"Father... I'd never forget my family."

Their voice shook between sobs.

"I'll still see all of you. It just won't be every day anymore."

They wiped at their eyes.

"I'll still travel with you whenever I can. You'll always be welcome here, too."

Knight laughed softly through their tears.

"I'll write every day if you want."

They hugged their father once more.

"I'm going to miss you all so much."

The king cleared his throat once more.

"Before we move on, there is one more matter. First, I would like to extend an invitation to all of you."

He looked toward Knight's family.

"I know my son has taken up much of your child's time this past week, and I would hate for you to feel rushed. If you would like to stay a little longer, the offer is open. It would give you the chance for a proper farewell before you continue your travels."

The adventurers exchanged thoughtful glances.

It was a generous offer, but the road was where they belonged. Staying in one place for too long never suited them. As much as it hurt to leave their Knight behind, they knew it was time to move on.

One by one, they politely declined.

The king nodded with a warm smile.

"I understand. I, too, wish I had more time to explore what the world has to offer."

He turned toward Knight.

"Now that business is settled, I have something I'd like to ask you. Have you ever considered becoming a proper knight? Sworn to my dear son, of course."

Knight blinked in surprise.

"I mean it," the king continued. "You would be well paid, and you would continue doing much of what you already do. It may make adventuring with your family a bit more difficult, seeing as my son seems rather attached to you."

He chuckled.

"We'll pry him away from you every now and then."

The room laughed softly.

"And, naturally, we'd move you into quarters much closer to the prince instead of the room you've been using."

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Percy's POV

Joy bubbled up inside me.

My Knight... officially becoming my knight.

The thought alone made me grin.

It was going to be hard on them, leaving their family behind, but I'd be there for them. I'd be their rock, just as they'd been mine the short time i have been with them.

Then Father mentioned moving them closer to my quarters.

"Oh," my Knight began. "I've actually just been sleeping in Percy's—"

My heart stopped.

"In my room!" I blurted, my face burning bright red. "On a comfortable mat beside my bed. I've... been having nightmares since the attack."

The room fell silent.

Then one of Knight's uncles laughed.

"So that's where our Knight disappears every night."

Percy's older brother folded his arms with a grin.

"Really? Funny... I haven't seen a mat beside your bed in days."

I wanted the floor to swallow me whole.

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Knight's POV

"He's been having nightmares," I said quickly. "Being with him helps. I just stay with him at night."

My father slowly looked over at my mother.

"Oh..."

A grin spread across his face.

"We might be having grandchildren much sooner than anticipated."

Mother sighed, though there was a hint of amusement in her voice.

"As long as they're happy... but I do think they're far too young."

The queen turned to Percy.

"Percy... what have you done?"

"M-Mum... I..."

His face somehow turned an even darker shade of red.

Before he could stumble over another word, I stepped forward.

"Please don't be angry with him. The nightmares truly frighten him. As his soon-to-be sworn knight, it's my duty to protect him—even from something as simple as a dream."

The queen's expression softened.

"That is very sweet, Knight. But you're still growing. You deserve a room of your own. You cannot sleep in the same bed forever. Percy will have to learn to face the nightmares on his own."

I shook my head gently.

Knight's POV

It has been three days since we arrived in Whitestone after I saved the royal family, and they have been the best three days of my entire life. Not because of some grand adventure. Not because I found rare loot or slew a giant monster.

No.

Because I met him.

Percival de Rolo.

He's already become my favorite person in the world. Every time I'm near him, my heart feels like it's going to burst from my chest. All I want is to stay by his side, to make him smile, and to protect him from anything that might threaten him.

I think...

I think I'm in love.

For the past three days, Percival has been showing me around Whitestone and the castle. Truthfully, I've barely spent any time with anyone else. I see the others during meals, but that's about it. My family has been occupied with King Frederick and Queen Johanna, making friends and discussing whatever nobles talk about, so no one has paid much attention to how inseparable Percival and I have become.

He even insisted that I sit in on his lessons, saying he wanted me there. And every night, he insists I sleep in his chambers. He claims it's because he feels safer with me nearby after everything that happened—that it's for his protection.

I didn't argue.

If anything, I was relieved.

There is nowhere else I'd rather be than at his side.

Still, I can't stop thinking about what comes next. I don't think we'll be staying in Whitestone for more than another week. Eventually, my family will leave, and I'll have to go with them.

The thought alone makes my chest ache.

I don't want to leave.

I don't want to leave him behind.

Percy's POV

These past three days have been amazing.

Knight is so sweet. Kind, a little funny, and unbelievably beautiful. They'd probably do just about anything I asked. One little pout from me, and my knight turns to putty in my hands.

I won't lie—I have been monopolizing all of their time.

They sit beside me during every meal, follow me to my lessons, and spend nearly every waking moment at my side. Normally I'd spend time with my siblings too, but they all seem to be giving us plenty of space.

For that, I'm grateful.

I even managed to convince Knight to sleep in my chambers. It's not exactly appropriate, but as the seventh child, Mother and Father have always been a little less strict with me. After everything that happened, saying I felt safer with Knight nearby wasn't entirely untrue.

The truth is...

I simply wanted them close.

I worry about what will happen when they eventually leave Whitestone. They'll have to return home with their family, and life here will go back to the way it was before they arrived.

I don't know what I'll do without Knight.

I will not lie my grammar and spelling is trash so I did use Ai for that but its all me besides that I freaking love vox machina percy is my newest husband tried to make this gender neutral

Yandere Percy de rolo x young knight reader chapter 1

Knight Reader was originally born into a traveling band of adventurers. Their parents, aunts, and uncles trained them in all of their various skills—swordsmanship, magic, survival, and just about everything else. As it happened, Reader had a natural talent for most of it.

One day, the group happened upon Whitestone at a convenient time. Reader, having a soft spot for damsels in distress, noticed a young Percy—the prettiest thing they had ever seen—with a knife held to his throat. The rest of the royal family wasn't in much better shape, surrounded by bandits who were attempting to seize control of the kingdom.

Without hesitation, Reader stepped in.

Using a powerful spell, they took control of the bandits' minds. Luckily, the men were weak-willed; otherwise, the spell might not have worked so easily. Under Reader's command, the bandits released the royal family before turning themselves in to the town guards.

As the guards led the criminals away, Reader quietly dropped the spell. The bandits blinked in confusion, unable to understand why they had suddenly surrendered.

The royal family stood frozen in shock, trying to process what they had just witnessed.

Reader simply walked up to them, gave a respectful bow, and said, "Hope you don't mind. I took care of your little problem."

The Knight smiled warmly before turning their attention to Percy. Meeting his eyes, they gave him another respectful bow.

Percy took notice immediately, his cheeks flushing a brilliant shade of red.

The Knight stepped closer and held out a hand. "Usually, a small token of appreciation is customary after rescuing someone," they said with a playful smile. "But all I ask is your name."

Percy hesitantly placed his hand in theirs, his face somehow growing even redder.

"I... my name is..." he stammered, so distracted by the young hero standing before him that he completely lost his train of thought.

For a long moment, the two simply stared at one another.

One of Percy's brothers finally laughed and gave him a pat on the back.

"Goodness, Percy! Have you forgotten your own name?"

Percy blinked, finally snapping out of his daze. "R-right! Percy. My name is Percy."

The Knight's smile softened into something almost dreamy as they gently repeated it.

"Percy..." they whispered. "What a lovely name."

While the royal family was still recovering from the attack, the Knight's family finally caught up, having wandered off while exploring the area.

The moment they spotted the young Knight standing before the royal family, locked in an intense stare with one of Whitestone's princes, they rushed over, fearing the worst.

The Knight's father, a skilled mage, quickly stepped in front of the King and bowed deeply.

"Has my child caused any trouble, my lord?" he asked nervously. "Please, don't be too harsh on them. They're still young, and sometimes they let their enthusiasm get the better of them."

Before he could continue, the King chuckled.

"You misunderstand," he said. "Your child didn't cause us trouble. They saved us."

The mage blinked in surprise.

"In fact," the King continued, "it would be my honor if your family would join us at the castle tonight for a banquet in celebration of our little hero."

The Knight's mother smiled with relief before noticing her child and Prince Percy still staring into each other's eyes as though the rest of the world had disappeared.

With an amused shake of her head, she gently cleared her throat.

The spell was broken.

Both the Knight and Percy blinked, quickly looking away, each feeling an unexpected sense of disappointment at losing the uninterrupted eye contact.

As the King and the Knight's father continued talking, the conversation flowed surprisingly well. Before long, the King extended another offer.

"If you'll be staying in Whitestone for a while," he said, "I insist you and your family stay as honored guests in the castle."

The adventurers exchanged glances before gratefully accepting the invitation.

Together, the two families made their way toward the castle.

Somehow, without either of them saying a word about it, Percy and the Knight ended up walking side by side.

The Knight hadn't even realized the family they had rescued was royalty. Their attention had been entirely focused on Percy.

So, when Percy casually mentioned that he was one of Whitestone's princes during the walk back to the castle, the Knight nearly stumbled in surprise.

"Wait... you're a prince?"

Percy laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I suppose I forgot to mention that."

The Knight couldn't help but laugh as well.

As they continued walking, the Knight found themself wanting to know everything about him.

They learned that Percy was remarkably intelligent, endlessly curious, and just enough of a prankster to keep life interesting. He had a quick wit that caught them off guard more than once, and every time he laughed, the Knight found themself smiling too. To them, it was the most beautiful laugh they had ever heard.

Percy, meanwhile, couldn't stop asking questions about the mysterious young hero who had saved his family.

The Knight told him about growing up in a traveling band of adventurers, learning magic from their father, swordsmanship from their aunts and uncles, and spending their childhood exploring forests, mountains, and forgotten ruins. They admitted they had a natural talent for magic and were fairly skilled with a blade, though there was still plenty left to learn.

By the time they reached the castle gates, the two had already exchanged more stories than either of them could count.

Somewhere along the walk, their hands had found each other's.

Neither of them could have said exactly when it happened.

It simply felt... natural.

Neither seemed to notice.