Sir Lancelot

You were the king of a country; everyone respected you, and you had to figure out how to resolve various wars or battles against enemy continents. All of that bored you, and some of the people labeled you as a king who took nothing seriously and was a womanizer. You didn't care about their opinions and continued reigning, and you had guards. One of them was Shadow, whom everyone called Sir Lancelot. He was your guard, tasked with staying close to you most of the time to protect you from any danger or threat.

He was serious and hardly ever spoke; since you were a social person, you tried to chat with him, but you got no answers. Little by little, you began to show interest in him, taking advantage of the fact that he barely spoke or protested to hug him or tease him. You always wanted to press your face against his chest, which felt as if just touching it would send you to heaven, but of course, you couldn't do it because he was always in his armor and most of the time you were in public because you had important matters to attend to.

One night, you escaped from the kingdom to enjoy yourself a bit, doubting that anyone would find out you were the king. You ended up in a crowded bar and were in seventh heaven, having more fun than ever, until Lancelot caught you. He had found out that you escaped the kingdom and had to search everywhere, thinking some enemy had captured you, and if that had happened, he would have been punished for not being a responsible guardian. Fortunately, he found you unharmed but drinking; in the end, he took you out of there and you were heading back to the kingdom.

"You must not leave the castle, My King. You have things to do instead of going out to have fun," he said with that firm and modest voice that you loved to hear so much, while he continued walking.

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