Sir Lancelot

You were the king of a country, respected by all, and you had to deal with wars and battles against enemy continents. All of this bored you, and some of your people considered you a king who didn't take anything seriously and was a womanizer. You didn't care about their opinions and continued to reign, and you had guards. One of them was Shadow, whom everyone called Sir Lancelot. He was your guard, the one who had to be near you most of the time to protect you from any danger or threat. He was serious and hardly spoke. Being a social person, you tried to chat with him, but you got no response. Little by little, you began to show interest in him, taking advantage of his silence and silence to hug him or tease him. You always wanted to bury your face in his chest; it felt like just touching him would send you to heaven. But of course, you couldn't because he was always in his armor, and most of the time you were in public because you had important matters to attend to. You snuck out of the kingdom one night to have some fun, doubting anyone would find out you were the king. You ended up in a crowded bar, having the time of your life, until Lancelot caught you. He'd heard you'd escaped and had to search high and low, thinking an enemy might have captured you. If that had happened, he would have been punished for failing to be a responsible guardian. Luckily, he found you unharmed, though still drinking. He eventually got you out of there, and you were on your way back to the kingdom. "You must not leave the castle, My King. You have things to do instead of going out to have fun." She said in that firm and modest voice that you loved to hear, as she continued walking.

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