Lucas
The princess came out of the emperor's room, no, her father's room, staring at the floor. I didn't expect to ever see her in that state. Her long, wavy, lilac hair looked like lavender. Smelled like it too. Those ocean eyes were full of tears threatening to fall. like the water on the shore teasing the sand.
"Handkerchief." She demanded, but with her throat raw her voice was more pleading than demanding. It was the first time I ever saw her actually resemble a teenage girl. I handed it to her, and she wiped her eyes. "Teleport me to my room, please." All the other times she's said please to me was to be polite; This one sounds more like an actual plea. She doesn't typically use teleportation magic because it makes her nauseous, but this time, I'll do it for her. "Stand close to me, your highness." She hugs me and I cast the spell. We appeared right in front of her door. But her eyes were still closed, and she was still holding me tight. Maybe she just needs a hug. Perhaps I can wrap my arms around her just this once...
"Thank you, Lucas."
She pulls away. She hasn't even looked me in the eye since. I open the door for her, and she walks in. Why did the thought of embracing her even come to mind? I never cared about anyone except myself, not even my comrades on the battlefield. And somehow in a year, she made me feel the urge to protect someone who can't protect herself. I only fought wars because it was required of me, I couldn't care less about the empire or the people. But for you...
I sigh and head to the training grounds.