Wild Nights

Sapphire eyes watched confusedly as the midnight male turned away. His red cape was what had caught her eye. She stopped folding to allow herself to observe the unusual sight.

"Lord Shadow?" she whispered to herself.

"Eve! Get back to work. It will get dark soon. " A voice yelled, catching her attention. She turned her head to the voice's direction.

"Y-yes! O-of course!" the lavender female stuttered, grabbing another sheet to fold. It wouldn't take very long, there was only a few of them left.

She thought it was strange to see the king out near the gardens. At this time of day, he would be retired in his chambers, which was strange. His lord has escaped into his chambers before nightfall and waking at the crack of dawn. Or so rumours would say.

When she was done, she quickly walked down one of the many corridors of the castle. She paused near a window when she heard panting. The lavender hedgehog looked out the window to find the knights returning from their sparring activities for the day. There were only three of them at the moment.

There was Sir Galahad or Silver who was a white male hedgehog with amber yellow eyes, and long snow quills. He was of the Grail knights. The only knight to sit safely on the Siege Perilous. Galahad's title was known as the Pure Knight or simply the Good Knight.

Sir Percival otherwise known as Blaze, a purple cat with gold feline eyes, she had her fur held up in a high pony-tail. Another one of the Grail knights and one of the only female knights of the round table. She had won her title as the Red Knight by killing the Red Knight of Quinqueroy in the king's court.

Sir Gawain known as Knuckles, red echidna with dark violet eyes. His title was the Perfect Knight. Rumours would have it as him being a ladies' man, though in truth, ones who know him, such as the servants of the castle know that this is not true. In fact, though he won't show it, he is shy with women. Or at least ones he wishes to have relations with.

There were many others such as Sir Lamorak, a green hawk, otherwise known as Jet. Sir Gareth, a purple chameleon, Espio. Sir Agravain, Vector, a large lime green crocodile. Sir Gaheris or Mighty, a red armadillo. Many more. The others such as them were at this time of day, either out on missions, feasting in the dining hall or resting while they can.

Only those who knew the knights well could use their real names. The knights only allowed people to use their real names if they deemed worthy of it. And that was difficult unless you meet a knight like Lamorak when he's drinking. Galahad or Percival were names for the public to use, even the king had a name for his people to use. Lancelot was his. He had allowed Eve to use his real name after she met him at the sparring yard.

She remembered that day well.

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The plum hedgehog was usually folding laundry. On that day, she had folded the towels for the sparring yard. Due to waking up a bit late, she had to run to get the towels to the break room before the knights finished their training. She couldn't see where she was going because of the leaning tower of towels in front of her.

She pushed her way into the break room and haphazardly made her way to the towel basket. Eve was about to set them down when the door to the yard opened.

She was too late. Several knights came in, laughing and chatting. Eve jumped at the sight of the people coming in. Galahad and Gawain froze, stopping their chatter. Soon Percival came in and she also halted at the sight of the lavender hedgehog. Eve put the towels in the basket.

"S-sir Galahad! Sir Gawain, Sir P-percival! I apologize for my being here. I-I just came to put fresh towels in the basket." Eve stuttered shyly, blushing bright red, courtesying at the knights in her presence.

The knights looked at each other, confusion clearly written on their muzzles. None of them were angered at her, just confused on what to do. Galahad cleared his throat, getting ready to speak.

"Young lady, you're not in trouble," all heads turned to the direction of the new presence. It was none other than the midnight clad male, the king. Armour strapped to his chest, a visor, and on his hip were two swords. The sealed form of Excalibur, Caliburn, and Arondight, the sword that never loses its edge.

"Lord Lancelot!" she curtseyed again, more shy than she was with the knights. "I-It is an honour to m-meet you, Your Grace." she whispered, shivering slightly.

"As I said, you're not in trouble. I greatly appreciate what you do for this castle. Without you we would not have clean linen or in this case, towels." he smiled lightly, raising his visor. Chuckling at his statement. "Wait outside this room for me. I'd like to talk with you."

The lilac female became flushed. "O-of course, sir," she murmured, curtsying and walking out of the room.

Percival looked toward the door then to their king. "My lord?"

"If you're worried I will do something to her, you're mistaken," he said, taking a clean towel and wiping his brow.

"No, my lord, it's not that. I'm wondering why you would take the time out of your schedule for a servant," she inquired, taking her visor off.

Shadow chuckled, " Blaze," her ears perked up at the mention of her name, the feline listened and she listened well, "Looks can be deceiving. What was that saying," he pretended to think," Yes, Never judge a book by its cover. Which is exactly what I didn't do when I allowed you to become one of my knights of the round table."

"Yes, my lord." she bowed, "Thank you for the lesson." Blaze stood and cleaned herself off before leaving the room.

Silver pushed his visor up, watching the situation silently. He glanced at Knuckles who was also watching. They were also wondering why His Majesty was going to spend valuable time with one servant when he could be using that time to discuss any issues of the kingdom. If there was any.

"She is the one we were speaking of earlier, yes?" a voice asked, looking down near Shadow's hip, Gawain and Galahad found it was Caliburn. The sword was eyeing both the door and his user.

Shadow clipped his cape to his shoulder plate, placing his crown upon his head. "Yes, she is, Caliburn," the streaked male replied. He headed toward the exit and stopped right as he reached the door's knob. "You two will not breathe a word of this to any one. Understood? This is our little secret." he stated, looking back at the two knights.

"Of course, my lord," they exclaimed, bowing at their lord. Lancelot smirked, turning the knob.

"Very good."

He left the two knights to clean up. His red cape blazing behind him.

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