#he done with yo shit tonight Dwight

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@nervousleaderr

Dwight was used to scaling the palace walls, having to sneak out through his window to let to another floor to avoid the guards outside his room. They were always breathing down his neck, fretting over him as if he was porcelain, fragile and breakable. Dwight was the only heir to the throne, his father dying before he could sire more children. So it would be just him when his mother was ready to pass down the crown to him. The very idea made Dwight’s heart thump.

You'd think that anybody would love to come from royalty, to be promised a large kingdom where their word was law. But for Dwight, the idea was terrifying. All eyes would be on him, everything would be on his shoulders. A golden cage was still a cage. That's why from time to time, usually at night, Dwight snuck out from the palace to spend some time in the village. He usually scurried off to the woods for peace but being careful to not wander too far, less he come across a fae.

It was just nice to be somewhere that didn't have to include guards, his maid in waiting and various other people looking to cater to his every while. When Dwight finally got down to the outside, Dwight pulled the cloak tightly around himself, shrouding his face from view. He knew the guard’s routines, so it was easy to walk out of the palace gates. And right into the last person he wanted to see. Dwight roughly crashed into Mordred’s chest with an ‘oof’! It was his guard, his knight assigned to him. Dwight pulled back, his face paling slightly when he sees who it is.

“...heeey Mordred! Lovely night for a walk isn't it?” Dwight laughs sheepishly.

Babysit the prince, they said. It'll be fun, they said.

It wasn't hard for Mordred to track the royal heir. It was the reason he was the one assigned to keep him safe. Where other guards would slack on the job, fatherless bastard knight Mordred was able to keep up. And he needed to be able to keep track of Dwight- the prince didn't seem to take his safety seriously. He was the one heir to the kingdom. There wasn't any backups in the immediate family. He. Needed. To be kept safe.

"Funny. I was thinking it was a lovely night to stay in bed." Mordred crossed his arms and glared down at his charge. "Your highness, what do you think you're doing? If you want to go out, just arrange in the daytime for a visit throughout the village. So you don't get murdered or abducted. What would you even do out here tonight, the only businesses open are bars and whorehouses."