Summary: Kurt is a prince and Blaine is a knight. Baron Karofsky is messing things up for the happy couple, and Kurt must runaway. The peasant life isn't treating his so well so he finds a friend, and possible love, in street rat Sam Evans. This is just an introduction, so that's why it's short. I'll post more when I need to. (:
Rating: T for now. I'll change the rating if I need to.
There was something beautiful about the way Sir Blaine spoke to the prince. So patient even through his most prissy days, so calming whenever he was upset with his father, so loving when it was the two of them alone, however rare their alone time was. Kurt was grinning like mad just at the idea of Sir Blaine. The knight had been courting him for a while now, everyday he would bring a single flower to the prince and speak to him kindly. Complimenting him and spending time with him in general. The two were quickly growing fond of each other. And lucky for the knight, King Burt was very excepting of the two. Though two males being wed was unorthodox the family was happy to see the young prince so well taken care of. Not only was Blaine sweet to their son, but he had plenty of money to provide for him.
Kurt was smitten, and he was ready for the evening to come. Sir Blaine promised him that by nightfall he'd be there to take him to a ball in a neighboring kingdom. King Burt ruled over McKinley, though Sir Blaine traveled from far away. He resided in Dalton. Along with his fellow Knights, known as the Warblers, he was regarded highly as one of the most charming men across the land. Ladies were very sad to know that he wasn't interested in him, though he didn't care one bit. He'd been courting the prince for months now, and this very evening he was planning on asking for his hand in marriage at the ball.
A gorgeous ring sat in the bottom of Blaine's pocket. He was wearing his nicest clothes, they were a dark crimson color, tapered to fit him perfectly. They showed off the body he worked so hard on. Not only did he often exorcise with the other Warbler's he also fenced and jousted, giving him a body that the gods were envious of. Running a hand through his curls he smiled to his reflection in the pond beside him. Sir Blaine had the very best horse in the kingdom. It was calm and loyal and always did exactly what he told it to do. For example right around now it was going at a slow pace, a pace that required Blaine the use of his hands. He didn't have to hold on for dear life, and he was able to make sure his clothes looked well along with making sure his hair was in a perfect spiral. The man was a bit materialistic, always wanting to make sure he looked as superb as possible. After a moment he realized that he was only stressing so much over his appearance because he was nervous about what the young prince would say to him.
Gripping the reins now he picked up the pace, trying to clear his mind of all doubt. Prince Kurt was obviously smitten with him, why was he nervous at all? Once he picked up Kurt they'd head to the ball. Sir Blaine would get down on one knee and propose, then of course the prince would melt into his arms. Nodding Blaine reassured himself, this was going to happen. No matter what.
