Forgotten Guardian Part 1
From the moment <reader> was able to hold and swing a sword they were put into training to be the next great guardian to the Royal Family of Philos. As the years went by <reader> made many friends and became a little bit of a celebrity but one day a new face had begun to show up in training.
The newcomer was quiet and kept to themselves but were one of the most formidable sparring partners in training. Soon those around <reader> had a new celebrity and new sparring partner in their minds. The other female trainees chattered about how the sapphire eyes of the new celebrity were enough to make anyone drop their swords and all the male trainees wanted to be him.
Slowly the <reader> became the second best but they didn’t mind and almost welcomed not having so much attention. The newcomer with the sapphire eyes didn’t seem to notice <reader>, or so they thought.
As the day of the royal birthday ball approached <reader> felt sad that no one seemed to be interested in asking them and every girl was trying to get the one with the sapphire eyes to ask them. With everything from gifts to love notes hoping they might get asked by the most sought after sparring partner in the training grounds.
<Reader> had accepted they may be going alone and just watched the show of all the other ladies pining over one man. As they sat eating their lunch by the fountain and watching the show <reader> laughed to herself. Today was the last day to secure a date and as a swarm of desperate ladies surrounded the one with sapphire eyes just in front of her within ear’s reach, what came from the man’s lips shocked her.
Xavier: “You are all very sweet ladies but I have my eye on someone. Can you please tell me where your senior, <reader>, might be? They keep evading me and I have wanted to ask them to the ball.”
The sounds of disappointment from the ladies echoed throughout the fountain plaza but then a friendly voice, <reader’s> usual sparring partner Jeremiah spoke up.
Jeremiah: “Xavier <reader> is sitting over there by the fountain. You should go ask them before they evade you again.” -he chuckled looking at the disappointed ladies- “Ladies don’t be sad, I will be your date tonight the birthday boy should share his evening with whoever he likes.”
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<Reader> overhearing this felt their face grow warm. Whether the warmth in their face was from the embarrassment that they didn’t recognize the prince they were training to protect, or at the thought that they had been noticed by the prince, they didn’t know. Feeling their heart race as those sapphire eyes landed on them it was too late to try and evade now. As Prince Xavier approached the <reader> they quickly stood up and tried to bow in respect.
Hearing the princes chuckle at the <readers> red face no doubt only made their face grow warmer.
Xavier: “You are a very hard person to get close to <reader>, I haven’t even had the honor to spar against such a formidable opponent perhaps another time. For now though would you at least grant me the honor of your presence by my side at the ball tomorrow?”
<Reader> looked up their heart racing against their chest. Surely they couldn’t turn down such an offer, but why did those sapphire eyes and that soft chuckle make their heart race so much.
<Reader> “Surely I know it is not wise to turn down the royal princes gracious invitation but why me? So many others have been wanting you to ask them wouldn’t one of them be a better choice?”
Xavier chuckled again at the <reader’s> comment and gave a smile.
Xavier: “For that I have a simple answer. The most distant stars always shine the brightest and with the distance that has been between us so far you surely shine the brightest of all.”
Xavier then reaches a hand out to the <reader>.
Xavier: “Now will you give me the honor of accompanying me oh bright star, or will you leave me without the brightest light by my side on my birthday?”
<Reader> takes Xavier’s hand finding themselves staring into those sapphire eyes a soft tickle traveling up their arm.
<Reader>: “My Prince it would be my honor and pleasure. May I light your sky as bright as possible on the day the whole kingdom celebrates you.”
