When did I lose myself? What is it about him that disrupts my focus?
His royal highness wears his arrogance like a mask and I was almost fooled by it. But, I discovered there was so much more past his facade.
Usually my heart is shielded, yet, he has made progress chipping away at the walls guarding it. As I watch him practice, I can not help but to admire him. I find myself filled with a longing to see him afterwards, to soothe away the pain he might have endured and treat his potential bruises - but that is not the job for a ‘knight’ who is but another opponent to him. A knight who falsified their identity.
For now, I am satisfied with trying to best him in combat, to see him struggle to knock me on my back or tear the blade away from my grasp. The thrill of fighting him excites me and my heart yearns for more - perhaps far more than what the duelling pit offers.
This is ridiculous! I shouldn’t be writing down such fantasies as if I am some prepubescent girl. I just hope I can leave Camelot before giving in to such folly desires. . and before I dare to confess such emotions to him.
I will never hear the end of it.
theonce-andfuture said:
/FLAILS. Oooh, girl. You got it bad. xD theonce-andfuture liked this 