'You can't teach an old dog a new trick...' That's what they say, but I shan't believe it, for I have learned something new.
I can still find love once more.
No, my head shall not be filled with adultery or any of that other perverted thoughts young men like Gunther find... appealing. And, No, I shall not confess what I am feeling to anybody. I would much rather die burning at a stake, might I add. It is just that...the person I fell in love with is... my squire...
Jane.
I don't know how it came to this, but I suspect that Gunt-
"Why are you blaming me?"
Sir Theodore jumped out of his seat, 'accidentally' hitting Gunther's jaw with his elbow. "Young man, what are you doing here? It is against the knights-"
"What do I care? You're blaming me for something I didn't do!" Gunther yelled at him, a noticeable whine in his voice. Then he noticed the raging pain in his jaw. "You hit me! Why would you hit me?"
"You shouldn't even be here!" Sir Theodore's heart was racing, and it did not do well on an aging man's heart. "Sneaking around in a knight's room, you should be shamed!"
Gunther touched the bruise and winced. "As if I care!" The raven haired seventeen year old picked up the journal Sir Theodore was writing in. " 'I suspect that Gunt-' What were you going to blame me for this time? Theft? Drugs? Murderer?"
"Stupidity!"
Gunther dropped the journal onto Theodore's recent addition to his quarters- a bed.
"Anyhow, that is none of your business, young man." Sir Theodore pointed at the door, "Now out! Out before I cll the other knights and have you thrown into the dungeons!" He shouted.
"No! And why am I the pervert? I don't always think about naked women on my bed, you know," Gunther said, attempting to look frightening, but failing: he had a slight pout.
"I said out!"
"And I said no!"
"Out."
"No."
"OUT!"
"NO!"
"Why, you little-"
"Oh, look! There goes Jane, the squire you are in love with! Jane!" Gunther ran down the wooded stairs to catch the redhead, Sir Theodore chasing after him. "Jane! Jane, guess what?"
Jane thought between her two options. Going to work in the kitchens, or listening to Gunther...? "What is it now? Dung, or more dung?" He eyes flashed with annoyance.
"Hehe...dung...Oh! Um, Sir Theodore is in love with-"
A gloved hand slipped around to cover his mouth. "Don't mind him," Theodore blurted out quickly.
"Mmmmhmmmphthelpmmm!"
"He had a rough night. See, he broke up with his lady." Sir Theodore dragged Gunther away from a confused Jane and back into his own room. The older raven pushed the younger one into the bed before wrapping him up tightly, everything except his head.
"You bastard! Why the hell did you-Omigosh, you wanna RAPE me?"
Sir Theodore sat at the edge of his bed, a fluffy pillow in his hands. "Don't you ever do that AGAIN! Would you like it if I told everyone in the castle your own secrets?"
"I don't have any secrets," Gunther said, almost smugly.
"The white teddy bear that you used to ma-"
"I get it! Shut up!" Gunther began rolling around until he fell on the floor, hard. "OW! What did I ever do to you?" He yelled at the floor.
Theodore stood up and walked to the other side, where Gunther was attempting to 'escape'. Theodore considered kicking him for what he's done, but, nah, let him suffer!
Theodore walked out of the room, smirking. "Have you learned your lesson yet, young idiot?"