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CALEB:

knight x princess au (short oneshot)

“Why him… I’ve guarded her for so long, been there for her everyday, but I’m just a knight… So why am I bothered watching her walking away with someone who isn’t me?”

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It was no secret that Caleb, your first hand knight in shining armor, the one you shared secrets with, getting into mischief, your best-friend from the start. The secrecy of the night in the gardens or in your bedroom, the subtle kisses by the hand or temples of your head, a bond that couldn’t be wedged. Until the arrangement was announced. You were now in an arranged marriage, with some prince you knew nothing of, crying into your hands, hiccuping.

“I can’t marry him, I don’t know who he even is-!”

Looking up to Caleb with drenched tears, feeling his gentle touch, wiping away the sorrows, your soothing balm, your everything.

“It’s going to be okay. I’m here after all.”

Once settling you into bed, as he said his goodnights like he always had, putting you to bed and closing the door. But behind closed doors, this man was a wreck. Pushing away all of his things off the tables, large clattering all over the floor, slamming his fist against the walls, scarring his hand. Too much of being a coward to confess, and not having more power like a prince-even a king. But no. He was just a royal knight. It’s not like he truly harbored feelings for you…right?

The day arrived. The weeks you’ve dreaded, the day you thought you would be happy, thinking you had an option-a voice to choose who you wanted to be with, only to be decided for business bonds. Taking Caleb’s hand nervously, walking down the aisle and seeing your future “husband,” so call it, brink of tears not from joy-but anxiety, anything and everything that took a toll in your heart. Standing beside your husband, seeing Caleb’s face as he had to stand between you both from behind, just for a subtle second, seeing the pearl of tear from his eye. Possibly there was a chance… did he love you too? Had you misjudged every little detail shared? Was it too late?

Caleb drawing his sword, almost angry, following the royal beliefs of the wedding, bowing down to you and the snob of your new soon to be husband, he’d rather gauge his eyes out than to bear witness the wedding. His heart was pounding, what could he do? To be executed to confess his undying love in front of 100 people? To confess the taboo of his ideas of wanting you-the princess all to himself? To spill out every detail he knew of you, and in the moment realizing-fuck. He truly did fall in love with you, even if he was too late to realize.

“I object.”

The castle filled with sudden gasps, one another of each royal members murmuring, gossiping-judging. The one and only to object of the wedding-you. Snatching your hand away from the prince, running to Caleb. There wasn’t any hesitation, and as if time stopped, only the two of you together in the large ballroom, running into his arms.

“I… I love Caleb. Even if he isn’t a royal, he is to me. My knight, my savior, my… lover.”