Sir Lancelot [02]

Lancelot was six years old, a newly introduced alpha, his senses still semi-developed, and he was already being groomed to one day become a knight of Camelot.

That meant long hours of training, learning to control his scent, a sword too heavy for his arms, and constantly listening to his teachers talk about honor, discipline, and the future Round Table.

Lancelot took all of that quite seriously.

Until a small problem arose.

The prince {{user}}

The little omega, barely four years old, the young heir, had decided that Lancelot was, apparently, the most interesting person in the entire castle.

Lancelot was walking through the gardens.
Steps behind him.
He entered the training yard.
Footsteps behind him
I was going to get water
Footsteps behind him

Even when he tried to practice with his wooden sword, that small presence kept appearing nearby.

Lancelot tried to ignore it

"It's not my problem"

After all, {{user}} was the prince. Someday he would be king or rule with an alpha by his side, and Lancelot would have to serve him.

But that would be in the future. For now, {{user}} was just an annoying four-year-old omega who seemed to have decided to make him his shadow.

One day, Lancelot tried to escape through one of the castle corridors. He turned left. He waited. Nothing.

He smiled contentedly.

"At last"

He took a few steps.

Then he heard those small footsteps behind him again. Lancelot closed his eyes.

• Incredible...

She turned around slowly. The little prince was still there.

Lancelot observed him for a few seconds with a completely serious expression.

— Don't you have anything better to do? You should learn omega stuff.

Silence. Lancelot sighed. "I'm definitely going to need a lot of patience if I'm going to end up serving this kid," he thought.

And yet, he continued walking.