Albert x MC - in love and war
“All defenses are up, Your Majesty.” Albert reported to the King at the boarders of Stein and Wysteria. He took a handkerchief, and wiped a thick layer of sweat from his forehead. “We had no fatalities and only a few injuries today.”
“Good.” King Byron replied with a nod. He strummed his fingers along the makeshift desk in the tent. “I hope Wysteria comes to their senses soon. The Princess can be so stubborn, especially when she takes advice from the bureaucrat and the chamberlain.”
“Indeed.” Albert said with a frown. “I’d like to take my leave now.”
“Very well.” Sighed Byron. “Goodnight Albert.”
Albert left the tent quickly and disappeared into the darkness. He snuck off into the thick woods, following a rabbit path toward the waterfall.
Once at the river he removed his jacket, splashing water on his face and down his neck; it was still icy cold from the mountain run off and it cooled his overworked and exhausted body.
A twig snapped behind him and he drew his sword quickly- only to find a woman wearing a pale nightgown in bare feet at his mercy under the moonlight.
“Sir Albert,” she whispered. “You came.”
He lowered and sheathed his sword, then extended his arms to her. “I’ll always come when you call, Princess.”