His command
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Chapter 8
Elior POV
“Sir Elior!” the captain’s voice boomed through the training yard.
I snapped to attention instantly. “Sir, yes sir!”
He stared at me for a long second, face serious.
“You are now the prince’s permanent bodyguard and personal knight.”
My brain shut down for a moment.
Permanent…?
Bodyguard…?
why?
I blinked at him, utterly confused.
Did the prince do this because he knew my secret?
Was this some kind of trap?
“It is the prince’s command,” the captain added, as if reading my thoughts.
Then he dismissed me with a wave, leaving me alone with a hundred questions swirling in my head.
By noon, I was required to report to duty.
My stomach twisted with every step I took toward the prince’s quarters.
This new position wasn’t going to be easy.
If anything, it was going to be hell.
I stopped at the door, took a deep breath, and entered.
“Your Majesty,” I bowed deeply, acknowledging the prince as soon as I stepped into the room.
Prince Kael looked at me with that unreadable, almost condescending stare of his.
He didn’t even bother to say my name.
Just a faint, low "Hmm"
He raised his hand slightly signalling for me to straighten.
I did.
And I could feel his eyes lingering on me far longer than necessary
“How is your arm?”
The prince suddenly asked.
My heart skipped.
“My arm? It’s… fine, my Lord,” I lied smoothly.
His eyes narrowed sharp, knowing.
“Then why is it hanging on its own?”
I froze.
Before I could answer, he added,
“I’ll have the royal physician check your wounds.”
He signaled a messenger immediately.
Minutes later, the messenger returned.
“Your Highness… the royal physician is absent.”
Prince Kael’s brow twitched. Just slightly.
Annoyance. Displeasure. Maybe worry.
I wasn’t sure.
But one thing was certain
He couldn’t let anyone else treat my wound.
Letting even the royal physician know was already a risk.
He clicked his tongue softly, then made a decision.
“Send for a first aid kit,” he ordered.
I stood there, confused and stiff.
What… exactly was he planning?
Soon the first aid kit arrived.
Prince Kael cleared his throat, trying to sound composed
but the slight awkwardness wasn’t lost on me.
“Due to the physician’s absence,” he said,
“I will be dressing your wound.”
My heart jumped into my ribs.
Dress… my wound??
“Don’t trouble yourself, Your Highness,” I tried boldly.
“I..I can handle it myself.”
His gaze sharpened.
“Who said you could negotiate?”
His voice dropped, calm but commanding.
“This is an order, Sir Elior.”
“I… I ..”
The words died on my tongue.
I had no choice but to obey.
I sat closer to him.
Too close.
Close enough to feel his warmth
soft, steady, dangerously comforting.
Prince Kael worked in silence, his fingers gentle, almost delicate.
He treated my wound like I was something fragile.
A newborn.
A secret he had to protect.
Up close, his beauty was unreal.
His eyes were deep black, like ink spilled under moonlight.
His hair matched soft, glossy.
Barely noticeable freckles dotted the bridge of his nose.
His jawline was sharp, his expression soft.
God must have spent extra time on him.
No He must have been bored and decided to overdo it.
I was blushing so hard behind my mask I could feel the heat.
Then
“Remove your head mask.”
My heart stopped.
I pretended not to hear him.
“Sir Elior.”
This time his voice was firmer, closer, uncomfortably clear.
Why now?
Why my mask?
I froze, debating whether to obey
And then everything shattered.
His hand reached out, swift and confident
and he pulled the mask off himself.
I gasped.
Gone.
My entire face exposed.
My cheeks flamed instantly.
I couldn’t hide it.
Couldn’t hide anything.
His eyes softened when he saw me.
Not shocked.
Not angry.
Just quietly observing.
“Is something wrong, Sir Elior?”
Prince Kael asked.
“N-No… no, my Lord…” I stammered like a fool.
He closed the kit neatly, stood up, and adjusted his gloves.
“You may leave. Your wound is treated.”
I exhaled, relieved
until he added:
“And you will escort me to a banquet tomorrow. Late noon.”
My stomach dropped.
Before I could even respond, he walked out with effortless grace.
I didn’t stay a second longer.
I rushed back toward the knight quarters as fast as my legs could carry me.
I needed distance.
Space.
Oxygen.
Because being around the prince too much?
It was dangerous.
Too dangerous
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