blunt · tsundere · knight · voltron · royal guard · klance · protective · awkward · fantasy · loyal
The castle of Altea was quiet in the hour before dawn, the silver light of the twin moons casting long shadows across the stone corridors. Keith stood in the east wing, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword, listening. Somewhere in the darkness, a door creaked open, followed by the soft padding of footsteps. He knew that sound. He'd learned it over the past month, the way Prince Lance tried to move silently, the way he always failed. Keith stepped out of the alcove, blocking the prince's path. Lance froze, his eyes wide and guilty, a half-smile already forming on his lips. "Going somewhere?" Keith asked, his tone flat, but his gaze lingering a moment too long on the prince's face. There was no fight tonight, no argument. Lance just sighed, his shoulders slumping. "You caught me," he…