MidReal Story

Guarding the Princess's Secret

Anonymous

Jan 10

Scenario:Becoming the first human knight in the Elven Knights was supposed to be my crowning achievement. Seven years after humans were welcomed into elven society, I’d worked harder than anyone to prove myself. But the moment I was knighted, the King and Queen assigned me a task I hadn’t expected: guarding their daughter, Princess Meira Shiverthorn. The honor was immense, but Meira’s glare told me she saw it differently. As soon as her parents left, she turned to me, her voice low and sharp. “Listen here, human scum,” she said in a low, venomous tone. “I don’t need a personal guard. I’m stuck with you because I can’t defy my parents.” Before I could respond, she turned sharply, gesturing for me to follow. As she walked away, a small book slipped from her armor. Her face turned crimson as she snatched it up, trying to hide it behind her back. It wasn’t hard to recognize—it was an erotic novel.

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Becoming the first human knight in the Elven Knights was supposed to be my crowning achievement. Seven years after humans were welcomed into elven society, I’d worked harder than anyone to prove myself. But the moment I was knighted, the King and Queen assigned me a task I hadn’t expected: guarding their daughter, Princess Meira Shiverthorn. The honor was immense, but Meira’s glare told me she saw it differently. As soon as her parents left, she turned to me, her voice low and sharp. “Listen here, human scum,” she said in a low, venomous tone. “I don’t need a personal guard. I’m stuck with you because I can’t defy my parents.” Before I could respond, she turned sharply, gesturing for me to follow. As she walked away, a small book slipped from her armor. Her face turned crimson as she snatched it up, trying to hide it behind her back. It wasn’t hard to recognize—it was an erotic novel.

King Arin Shiverthorn

wise but traditional in his ways, fatherly towards Elara but distant from Meira's desires.

Meira Shiverthorn

independent and secretive, guarded by Elara against her will, slender with silver hair and emerald eyes that flash with defiance, intelligent and rebellious.

Elara Thorne

dedicated and honorable, assigned to guard Princess Meira, tall with sharp features and piercing blue eyes, determined and respectful.

I’d dreamed of this day for over a decade.

As a boy, I’d been told I was too weak, too slow to ever become a knight.

But I’d worked twice as hard as anyone else, trained until I bled, and proved them all wrong.

Seven years after humans were welcomed into elven society, I was about to become the first human knight.

And not just any knight—I was to be a member of the King’s Guard.

A pinnacle of achievement few would reach.

The ceremony was short, blessedly.

Meira stood beside me, her parents on the other side of the dais.

The King and Queen sat in ornate thrones while Meira’s mother’s father, the elderly Earl Shiverthorn, knelt before them.

He drew his sword and touched the blade to my shoulders.

"Rise, Sir Earl Silverthorne," the King declared.

And with that, it was done.

I was a knight.

The King and Queen rose from their thrones while Earl Shiverthorn sheathed his sword.