A Knight's Duty

**The War Returns**

It was a somber voyage for Sir Alaric to return to the city. Even though the routes were familiar, something had changed. Alaric was worn down and exhausted from war; his formerly shining armor had become tarnished, and the memories of the battlefield followed him everywhere. The vivid colors and verdant landscapes of the rural areas, which are often breathtaking, were lifeless to him due to the horrific depictions of combat.

Disillusionment washed over Alaric as he drew near the imposing gates of Aeloria, the nation's capital. His spirit had suffered as much as his physical health as a result of the conflict. He longed for tranquility, which seemed unattainable even within the cozy confines of his house.

**Assignment to the Palace**

The palace stood in sharp contrast to the devastated areas he had previously left behind. Magnificent towers pierced the sky, and the richly decorated great halls showcased the kingdom's rich history through intricate tapestries. There was a mixture of reverence and curiosity when Alaric arrived. Knowing his renown and the heroics he had performed on the battlefield, the knights and servants murmured to one another.

The commander of the royal guard, Sir Cedric, said, "Sir Alaric, welcome back." "The king has given you a very special task."

With a grim attitude, Alaric nodded. King Theron was waiting for him in the throne room after he was guided through the sumptuous hallways. The years and the weight of leadership were evident on the king's face.

"Mister Alaric," with a calm, although tired voice, King said, "Your bravery and loyalty have not gone unnoticed." I have another assignment for you today, though. one that calls for an other sort of strength.

Alaric paid close attention to the king's words, as they enthralled him.

The monarch went on, "You are to guard my son, Prince Eryndor." "He is frail and often secluded, but his safety is paramount. I have faith that you will safeguard him just as you would me.

Alaric bowed. "It will be my honor, Your Majesty."

**A Visit with the Prince**

Prince Eryndor's rooms were placed in a quiet portion of the palace, distant from the busy activities of the court. There was a lovely garden that appeared to have remained untouched by time in this tranquil area. Alaric was unable to assist as he got closer, yet a wave of calmness passed over him.

Alaric had never seen a prince like Eryndor. Rather than the feeble and confined figure he had anticipated, the prince was standing at the window with his back to the entrance. His pale complexion and raven-black hair made a striking contrast with his emerald green eyes. He was slim. Something about him—calm strength—captivated Alaric's attention.

"I assume this is Sir Alaric?" Even though Eryndor's voice was quiet, it had authority.

Alaric bowed. Yes, Most Honorable. My purpose is to safeguard and assist you.

Eryndor turned to look at him, a little smile teasing his mouth. "Thank you for your commitment. However, you'll discover that protecting me is harder than it looks.

**A Shift in View**

The next several days were unremarkable yet full of little revelations. Alaric observed the prince's daily routine and swiftly adjusted to his new duty. Eryndor read and studied a great deal, burying himself in old books and manuscripts. Despite his obvious fragility, he had a keen mind and a depth of intelligence that defied his years.

Alaric found himself intrigued to the mysterious aspect of the prince. Sometimes Eryndor would surprise him with a clever comment or a thought-provoking insight. Gradually, the knight gained the ability to look behind the prince's feeble demeanor and discern his inner strength and perseverance.

**The Dinner**

A month following Alaric's arrival, a lavish feast was thrown in celebration of his comeback and his latest task. The big hall of the palace was lavishly decorated, and there was a buzz of excitement throughout. The sounds of music, goblets clinking, and laughter filled the air.

Even though Alaric was more of a recluse, Prince Eryndor managed to get him to join in on the fun. Tonight the prince seemed different, happier and more at ease.

"We celebrate tonight," Eryndor said, holding out his goblet. "To Sir Alaric, the bravest knight of all time."

Raising his own cup, Alaric said, "To the prince, the heart of our kingdom."

The two got into a deep conversation as the evening went on, discussing aspirations for the future and experiences from their pasts. Eryndor's charm and wit surprised Alaric, who realized the prince was far more nuanced than he had initially thought.

**A Memorable Evening**

Late into the night, the celebrations went on, and as the visitors started to go, Eryndor and Alaric stayed behind, their talk becoming closer. They discussed their goals, anxieties, and personal difficulties. Alaric experienced true delight for the first time in a long time as a result of Eryndor's contagious laughter.

The wine started to flow more freely at one point, and the distinction between a prince and a knight blurred. Alaric discovered that he was drawn to Eryndor in unexpected ways. It was fascinating to see the prince's inner strength and weakness together.

Early in the morning, when night gave way to day, Eryndor proposed that they head to his private room. Momentarily captured, Alaric gave a nod.

**The Following Morning**

The room was filled with a gentle glow as the first rays of dawn peaked through the curtains. With a throbbing headache, Alaric woke up, his dreams from the previous night a fuzzy haze. He became aware that he wasn't alone as he moved. His pulse pounded upon turning to face Eryndor, who was still dozing off with his arm encircling Alaric's chest.

As Alaric attempted to put together what had happened, panic struck. Had he gone too far in his limits? What would the repercussions be? Thoughts of possibilities raced through his head, but before he could stop himself, Eryndor moved and his eyelids fluttered open.

With a cheeky smile, Eryndor responded, "Good morning, Sir Alaric." "I believe in you." Did you get a good night's sleep?

Alaric was flushed with shame as he struggled to sit up. "Your Highness, I apologize," I said. I had to have.

Eryndor laughed and straightened up as well. Alaric, calm down. It was unexpected, but not unpleasant, last night.

Alaric's thoughts whirled, searching for the ideal phrases. "Your Highness, I hope I did not offend you."

Eryndor's grin grew softer. "You didn't. It was, in fact, one of my favorite nights in a very long time.

**A Fresh Perspective**

Alaric and Eryndor's bond deepened as the days stretched into weeks. What had begun as an obligation developed into a relationship based on respect and common experiences. Alaric learned that Eryndor was a guy with hopes, anxieties, and a heart full of aspirations, in addition to being a prince of affection.

They spoke about old books and stories for hours at the library. Alaric became fascinated by Eryndor's preoccupation with magic and developed a fresh perspective on the prince's condition. Eryndor possessed a tenacity that inspired Alaric, despite his physical weakness.

**A Danger Is Exposed**

Alaric heard whispers coming from the shadows one night while he was walking the corridors. He was intrigued and decided to follow the sounds to a quiet area of the palace. There, he learned about a conspiracy by individuals looking to gain power to hurt the prince.

The blood in Alaric ran cold. The danger was genuine, and he needed to take swift action to keep Eryndor safe. When he faced the conspirators, a bloody struggle broke out in the dimly lit hallways. Alaric's aptitude was as though a knight emerged victorious, but the threat remained.

**A Fresh Intention**

After his discovery, Alaric went back to Eryndor's rooms, his thoughts buzzing with all the possible outcomes. The prince was awake when he discovered him, worry visible in his eyes.

"Alaric, what took place?" Sensing the tension in the knight's mood, Eryndor inquired.

"Your Highness, we have enemies inside the palace," Alaric firmly said. But I'll make sure nobody hurts you. I promise.

Reaching out, Eryndor placed his hand on Alaric's arm. Alaric, you have my faith. We shall confront everything that comes our way as a team.

**An Evening Together**

As the night wore on, Alaric discovered that he was unable to part from Eryndor. Their relationship had grown into something neither of them had imagined. As the moon shone through the window, they laughed, told stories, and developed a strong bond.

They eventually succumbed to exhaustion and drifted off to sleep side by side. Knowing that Eryndor was at his side and that this was his place gave Alaric peace of mind for the first time in months.

**Awakening Recognitions**

With a sense of clarity, daylight dawned. Alaric and Eryndor woke up with a fresh perspective on their bond. What had begun as a simple obligation had developed into something significant. Eryndor took comfort in the knight's steadfast presence, while Alaric felt a strong protectiveness for the prince.

Their relationship would be their greatest asset as they tackled the obstacles that lay ahead. Together, they would negotiate the perilous seas of intrigue around the palace, learn the real reason for the threats, and create a loving, hope-filled future.

**A Verdict**

With the flowers in full bloom, Alaric stood in the yard and vowed to Eryndor. "My life will be used to defend you, Your Highness. As long as I breathe, you won't suffer any damage.

Emotion shimmered in Eryndor's eyes. "And Alaric, I swear to support you." Together, we are more powerful.

Alaric and Eryndor faced the future with renewed confidence, their hearts entwined and their determination unwavering. They were still on their way, and the challenges ahead would put their relationship to the test, try their strength, and finally bring them closer than they could have ever dreamed.