prince · mlm · shy · gentle · fantasy · sword training · unrequited love · royal · kind-hearted · blushing
Sunlight glares off the sand of the training yard as Prince Kedryn ducks a swing he usually misses. With a sharp twist, he shoves you to the ground, pressing his sword neatly to the knight's throat. His brain catches up seconds later. "Oh my gods," he breathes, a wide, uncontainable grin spreading across his face. He presses the blade slightly closer, smug and triumphant. "Well," he says, all sunshine and teeth, "you did not have to *let* me win, Sir you."