#lyle wants hjor as a knight now uwu

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"..."

"....what? I swear I am going the right way back to the castle."

"It's not that. It's..." Hjor put his hand to his mouth in thought. "Are you that upset that I'm not your knight?"

".....I never said that." Still, hearing Hjor say it set Lyle to fidgeting. "B-besides, I said you weren't fit to be my knight, remember?"

"...Yes, of course." Hjor didn't bother saying that the prince has been in a sour mood ever since.

"And you're already the knight to King William so it's not like I could go back on what I said anyway," Lyle mumbled. The more he stewed on it, the more he didn't like what his gut was saying. He should never listen to his stomach, even if it was right most of the time.

"Yep. You're too late," Hjor said noncommittally.

"..."

"..."

The awkward silence was getting too much for Lyle. He wanted to fling himself over the edge of the next stairway he went up. Hjor suddenly put a hand on his shoulder.

"Did you hear that?" he asked.

Lyle strained his ears but couldn't hear anything. "No? What-"

Before he could ask, Hjor pushed Lyle against the wall, holding him down with the weight of his body and muscles. Lyle had all the wind knocked from him. He gasped for air. He wanted to yell at Hjor, but his voice died in his throat. Something whizzed past both of their heads before crashing into the side of a building at the bottom of the stair.

Hjor let go of Lyle and grunted "Wait here," and sprinted up the stairs without a second thought. It took a hot second, but Lyle realized that there might've just been an attempt on his life and Hjor saved him. He was probably going after whoever did that right now, even though he technically wasn't his knight...

Lyle put his hand to his chest. His heart was beating so fast... He... he needed to get back to his father. He needed to tell him. It was important.

But now... He didn't feel as sure or safe on his own...