(Your name's) P.O.V
It was early in the morning, training had begun. Me and Guts rounded up our men for combat conditioning in the forest nearby upon Griffith's orders.
"(Your name), have your squad train with each other, same as you Guts. Casca you take some men too for sword techniques on the dummies at camp." Griffith commanded, ushering to the target practice as she nodded.
"Yes Griffith." The short-brown haired spoke, turning to leave with her small squad.
Me and Guts got our usual squad, walking to Griffith for further orders, our men all behind us in just their usual attire.
"Today, you all will be utilizing hand to hand combat techniques. I know on the field we usually always all the time have a weapon, but for us to be so close to becoming apart of Midland's Royal Army, it is necessary to learn this. Now we are just doing offense and defense training with a fake dagger. Any one of you can go against any person here as a partnership duel. Judeau, can you give them the weapons?" Griffith asked as Judeau nodded, holding a crate full of wooden looking knives inside.
Judeau started to toss the fake daggers to our men here and there. Next tossing me and Guts one.
We all now looked to Griffith for further instructions.
"Alright, everyone with a wooden dagger will go against someone else without one. The person without the weapon will try their hardest to keep from getting hurt by the weapon or touched, of course the weapon won't actually hurt you, this is only figuratively. The overall goal is to disarm the one with the weapon. Everyone understand?" Griffith asked as almost everyone nodded, looking to each other.
I looked around, seeing most of my unarmed men pair up as my eyes landed upon Judeau.
"Judeau! Be my partner~" I asked jogging to him as he then placed the crate to the ground.
"Alright then." He stared to me in a daring manner as me and him moved away from the crowd to have space to fight in.
We encircled each other as if we were territorial animals. His eyes set to me a small smile played his lips.
My eyes averted to the side to see Guts was going against Gaston, both of them staring to each other waiting for the go. Griffith I looked was ontop the hill watching to see who was partnered with who.
"(Your name), I won't go easy on you." Judeau playfully mocked as I rolled my eyes.
"Same to you Judeau."
"Is everyone ready?" Griffith asked as I held my wooden dagger across my chest, my stance firm as my eyes were set upon Judeau's hands now.
There was a striking silence between eveyone, a gust of wind blowing to further increase the suspense.
"Fight!"
Judeau quickly ran to me, throwing a right hook to my face as I ducked and ducked again. Using my left fist, I punched his abdomen as he now stumbled back, stunned.
"A-ah~" he exhaled a breath as I took this opportunity to run forward, swinging my fake wooden dagger to him as he held his hands up, continuosly backing up.
"Whaaa!-" he yelped as he tried blocking only for me to fake slice his hand and then usher my wooden blade forward to his stomach.
I stopped before the tip could hurt him, my eyes showing much amuse as he smirked, raising his hands in a surrendering manner.
"Alright, alright, you won."
I lowered my weapon, backing up smiling as he spoke again.
"Well that sure was quick." Judeau noted as I twisted the wooden dagger between my fingers playfully.
"I guess I'm just too good Judeau~" I mocked as he chuckled.
I now turned to see that most of my men were still fitting as Griffith approached behind me.
"Who won?" He asked as Judeau ushered his head to me.
"Her."
Griffith's blue eyes focused on me, as now a small smile displayed on his face. The wind blew his hair slightly as he now stepped back away from me.
"Show me how you won (your name)."
I swallowed whatever contents were in my mouth as I raised my wooden dagger.
Fucking shit.
I already know I'm going down, but atleast I won't without a fight.
"Alright then." I replied quickly.
Griffith now approached slowly, his stance ready as I quickly now dashed forward, swinging my dagger towards his throat as he caught my wrist, moving his head to the side.
Again I tried swinging only for him to weave every single punch.
Fucking shit!
Now backing up, sweat beaded down my cheek as I stared to his unmoved calm features.
How...how is he still so damn calm?!
"Hah~ hah~" I panted as he smirked, looking to my already tired form.
"Tired?"
"No-" Running forward, I swung again and again only for him to block with his forearm once more. He was almost untouchable, no matter how hard I swung, his stance wasn't faultering.
Having a battle of blocking for the next moment, I was the one to next have my leg sweep under both of his feet to make him fall on his back knocking some air out of him. His azure eyes widened as he landed on his back forcefully
"Ooh-" he gasped a bit, furrowing his brows as he opened his eyes to look to me in surprise.
Taking this opportunity, I tackled him, sitting upon his torso as I swung my dagger down towards his throat to touch his skin only for him to block with his forearm again, pushing my arm as he was back to the blocking game.
Again, I tried punching him as a last resort as he caught my fist before it could connect to his cheek.
"Aargh!" I yelled in frustration as he held both of my fists now, exhaling in a short laugh.
"Not bad at all..." Griffith muttered moreover to himself as I then used my strength to tear my hands away from his tight grasp upon my knuckles.
I think he must have thought I wouldn't be able to hear that low inaudible sentence.
I was only focused on the battle, not on his distracting words though.
Now rolling me off, Griffith stood, dusting off his clothes as I was on my back looking to the sky for a split second in realization.
"Shit." I muttered getting up to see him waiting for me to attack again, politely.
"You were doing good. Why don't you try again?" He encourged in a slightly mocked way as I huffed.
"Alright then, if you insist." Dashing forward again, I swung my dagger this time to his stomach.
Quickly side stepping, he grabbed my wrist which held my dagger to bend it in a painful way, forcing me to wince in pain and drop the dagger.
"Fucking shit." I grit my teeth as the fight was now presumably over, my loss with his win.
The dagger was on the floor, and the loss was present as barely people started to crowd around, probably dont with their own trainings.
"Nice Griffith!"
"Can you teach me Sir?"
"Captain (your name) did really good still. I couldn't really say who was gunna win."
Mercenaries talked amongst themseleves as Griffith now turned to me. Grabbing my wrist gently, he assessed it, looking over my hand.
"I didn't hurt you too badly did I?" He asked concerned as I shook my head no.
"Nah, I'm good. Thanks for asking though." I gave a reassuring smile as he nodded.
"You did very good. Better than I anticipated."
"Yeah but not good enough. Ugh, can you show me that move you just did by the way?" I asked hinting to the wrist grabbing movement where he had me.
Griffith smiled gently.
"Of course."
It was the middle of the afternoon after the whole morning of tiring training. It was a gloomy cold day, small drops of rain pouring down making the temperature drop even more as I sat down, watching the sprinkles come down.
Some men loved the rain today, saying that it was getting too hot anyways, so it's nice to cool down every once in a while.
I was bored though. Nothing to do, nothing to do.
I couldn't practice swinging my sword, it could rust. Same with my arrows.
Deciding to go look for Guts as company, I walked out into the sprinkling weather.
Looking over, I saw Judeau hauling some crates with Rickert into a tent probably for shelter.
My eyes then averted to see the unpigmented wavy hair catch my eye.
Griffith.
Some few water droplets dripped dowm his cheek as he walked.
I followed him with my eyes to see him go to get some few supplies and bring them to his own tent in crates. Walking over, I decided to help with the last crate. Walking up, I picked up the wooden box of probable weaponry.
Griffith then came out of his tent from putting down some supplies to see me carrying the box.
He gently smiled. The sides of his mouth curving upwards to see me helping.
"Over here (your name)." He called as I nodded, walking over with the wooden box. He opened the flap of hid gigantic tent, letting me walk in to see the supplies in a corner.
I walked over, placing the heavy box down as he looked to me.
"Thankyou." He said as I of course shook my hand.
"It's no problem at all Sir." I looked down to the top of the crate to see the lid slightly open.
Inside were arrows for the men's crossbows, their metallic parts dripping with water as I looked now back to Griffith.
"Ughh, Sir, do you have rag or anything? The arrow heads might get rusted. Some water got inside."
He then looked around, walking to a table to grab a cream colored rag, handing it to me.
"Here you go."
"Thanks."
"And you don't need to refer to me in that way (your name). I'd like to think of us as friends." He smiled, his light blue eyes searching my own for approval.
"Ah, just friends?" I raised a brow, fooling with him as he smirked.
"Well, now that you say it, I have been having some...impure thoughts lately. Maybe when we're both able, we can act upon those impulses?" Lust was present in his sky blue eyes. They darkened with the feel of his words as my face immediately heated up.
Sensing my slight discomfort, he spoke.
"I am only joking."
"Ah haha~ O-of course."
I then sat down, criss-crossed by the supplies as I reached in to grab an arrow to start trying one by one, tearing my thoughts away from his flirtatious or rather, foolish words.
He was only playing with me since I was after all playing with him.
He turned his back to me, grabbing some towel like cloth to wipe his face and neck of water.
I was concentrating on getting all of the arrows dried, getting done with four already.
Griffith had dried his neck, looking to me silently as he sat down now finished. The only thing being heard was the water droplets falling on the tent's roof.
"So...how does it feel?" I asked Griffith, wiping the arrow's head as I sat criss-crossed on the floor.
His eyes averted to me.
"How does what feel?"
"To be a Viscount of the King. A Knight." I looked to him, seeing him look away thought to answer.
"I'm just one more step closer to seeing my dream become a reality. The feeling is...satisfying."
"Hm. Good to know." I looked to my arrows, wiping almost all of them now dry.
"Tell me about yourself. I always have wondered how you and Guts officially met."
"Oh haha~ Why are you so curious to know?" I smiled as he did as well.
"Well, I just always wondered why a beautiful women like you were following such a dangerous life with him. You told me when we all first met that he saved you from a horrible life, that you looked up to him. Why is that? Tell me your story."
I stopped what I was doing to look at him.
Why is he asking me about my personal life all of a sudden?
Maybe...maybe he's just bored.
"I uhm...I never knew my parents. My... mother died shortly after giving birth to me. My father disowned me too basically."
"What? Why is that?" His brows furrowed, not understanding the reasoning to my father's decision.
"I..." I swallowed. "I actually have no idea. Till this day, I still don't know if it was just me as a child to be born too early in his life, or even to be born at all for him to hate me. It's nerve wracking to think about."
He looked down.
"I'm sorry... but, if I may ask, where did you live?"
My eyes averted to him quickly
Damn.
"Ugh...I was living with my aunt until she and her husband were both unfortunately killed one night by thieves and raiders. I survived hiding for a day in a shed. When I came out, they were gone. I then stood at the house until my aunt's friend came by, Steven."
Lies...lies...lies.
"He found you. What happened afterwards?"
"Steven... took me to an unknown family to hold me there for a couple of days. Days later turned into weeks, weeks to months, and then one day... the family couldn't afford to protect or feed me anymore. So they gave me away again and again."
"What do you mean protect? There were people after you?"
My eyes widened.
Oh shit. I said protect?
"Ugh...did I say protect?" I asked.
"You did."
"Uhm...I didn't mean to. I wasn't protected, only just kept. I was like a slave if anything."
Tch, that part was true.
Every family I was with treated me worse than dirt.
When the family was usually gone, they'd have someone guard me. Telling them that I was the illigitimate daughter of the King and was therefore valuable so they'd never hurt me.
Too badly atleast.
"How did you escape?"
His sky blue eyes stared to my own in awe as I continued to do my task.
"I ran almost every chance I got Griffith. One night, by the luck of God, I ran into Guts and I of course refused to leave his side. Seeing how strong and young he was made me realize I wanted to be by him, be like him. When the people I ran from wanted to take me back, Guts forcefully told them that if I didn't wish to go back then I wouldn't. Ever since then, I travelled besides him."
"Interesting tale. I'm sorry about all the losses you had to endure in your life."
"I...well...it's nothing compared to what you've probably been through Griffith."
His eyes looked now sorrowful, probably reminiscing upon his memories of the battle field as a moment later he turned to me. I stood as he did as well.
He placed a hand to my arm, holding it gently.
"Don't be sorry for me. I am only succeeding now by the help of you all. Whether or not I die, I do not regret anything. Would...you regret serving me if you were to die?" He asked curiously.
My eyes hardened.
"Of course not. I chose this life, this path as we all did. We should all be prepared day by day for death, it's just how life is."
He smiled warmly, his lips curving with his soft cheek bones now prominent
"I'm glad you understand (your name). You seem to see life in a much different light than any other I've encountered. It's reassuring to know someone like you exists in this world."
He then let go of me, stepping back as his brown boots stepped upon the dirt ground.
I couldn't say anything as a retort.
It was hard to respond to that, so I just turned around, deciding to place the dried arrows back into the crate.
"(Your name)." He called my name quietly, a moment later as I turned around, now done with my task.
"Yeah?"
He sat down on a chair by a lantern, the light reflecting his beautiful features as he spoke.
"Do you have a dream you hope to see come true one day?"
He studied me intently, his eyes never leaving my form.
"I do."
"Care to share it with me?" His brow rose.
"Yes, and it...actually involves you."
I stared to his weird red necklace dangling from his neck. The sight of that thing brought shivers, as my eyes now travelled up to meet his own.
"Oh? Now I'm more interested as to what it is."
I smiled as he stood, arms crossed infront of me.
He was far taller than me. I mean, of course I am a women but his height is something to behold, of course next to Guts.
I looked up to him.
"I wish to protect the ones I love. That's it."
Griffith's eyes widened.
"The one's... you love?"
It was a sullen day. People taking the time to sleep or do simple tasks such as reading, going into town, play board games such as chess or even sharpen their weapons.
Leisurely activities.
It was close to sundown, maybe an hour or two away from dusk, I was currently out taking a walk. I loved the fresh air, the smell of pine trees, hearing of the birds calls or just...listening to the wind blow.
I loved taking walks.
The sky now cleared above me, the clouds away as the sun shone a bit now growing dimmer and dimmer as the minutes passed.
Maybe before sundown I should go hunting. We are in need of supplies, quite desperately might I add.
I walked to a nearby small lake, hearing the rippling waters in the distance relaxed my senses.
I loved sitting by this lake, the sun set perfectly upon the rippling waters so peacefully.
As I approached the water, my thoughts took a sudden turn to think about Griffith's words from this afternoon.
Why I wonder would he ask about my past?
In these past few years he didn't before...so why all of a sudden? This irked me to no end.
Walking a few steps forward, my eyes couldn't believe what I was seeing.
Griffith he... was bathing, naked in the middle of the lake. His back to me as I stood frozen.
He didn't move. He looked to be in deep thought. The muscles on his back now contorting into creases and bends as I studied his body.
His...stature...he looks sad, as if he wanted to be withdrawn from the world itself, introspective.
But...how the hell is it a coincidence that he went here too?
My eyed focused on his pale skin as he stared to the sky above him.
I need to leave, I'm prying, I finally decided.
Taking one step back caused Griffith to look to the disturbance I have created in his private atmosphere.
Shit.
"Ah (your name)! You should join me!" He waved once, ushering me forward as I shook my hands, feeling as if I was intruding.
"Oh no no, Griffith. I was just taking a walk. I didn't mean to intrude on your privacy." I apologized immediately, my face a bit tinted to see the older male half naked.
He...has such a strong slim physique. I always have thought under his armor that he had little to no muscle but...as always, I was wrong.
"It seems I've been seeing you a lot recently." I spoke finally.
His smile suddenly went away, fading as fast as the wind blew.
"(Your name)." He called, talking lower but audibly enough for me to hear. "Do you hate me for making you fight for me?"
"What?" I was confused to his sudden mood change. "Griffith of course not. How could I hate someone who has done nothing but provide for us all?"
"But just like any could, you all just may die in the field as others have before for me. I feel I have took away your freedom, your rights, your way of obtaining your own dream and I truly believe that you don't wish to stay here on your own. That you don't wish to protect me impulsively."
I had to repeat my confusion.
"What? Griffith, of course I do. We all do. We don't just follow you anywhere because we are forced to, we follow you on our own choice. Like I said before, it was afterall my decision to stay. Me, or even Guts, the day we were assigned as rear guards for our first battle, could have ditched you and the Band of the Hawk then and there. We-we could have left, as everyone could at any given time. But no, we all chose to stay, stay under your rule, your say, your power Griffith. Don't doubt your followers' loyalty." I was so distraught to hear him feel this way.
Never had I seen him like this before.
Ever.
His eyes focused on me the entire time. His face contemplating something much more probably complicated than what I could ever percieve in those strong focused eyes of his. I stood defiantly by a tree, ready to explain my purpose in his life again and again to this man until he has it through his skull.
He spoke.
"You said, how could you hate someone that does nothing but provide for you all." He looked down to the rippling patterns in the lake. Some few leaves falling into the water. "That's the thing (your name). I can't. My army is growing bigger by the day. We are in need of supplies, food, shelter, provision, equipment, weaponry, armor and here I am doubting my followers' loyalty."
I stared to Griffiths' soft features. It seemed that he was still in deep thought as I let him speak again.
"We are in dire need of supplies."
My face stayed looking worried, perturbed, unnerved as his lips moved to his decision.
"Tonight, I need you to watch the camp. You and Guts on patrol, atleast until I get back by the morning."
My brows furrowed.
"Wait, where are you going to that'll have you gone all night?"
I was very confused now, stepping forward as my boots were on the edge of the lake now. The water licked the tip of my boots as he looked up to me, meeting my eyes.
He...looked regretful.
"I am going to Tudor...to meet a feudal lord named Gennon."
"For what Griffith? Tudor is our enemy." I grew impatient, clenching my fist by my side as he saw, watching my emotions unfold.
"He wasn't always our enemy. We were once employed by him before you and Guts joined long ago."
"Kh, not anymore. Tell me why would you want to go though Griffith? What business do you have going to him?" I demanded, now walking into the water.
The water reached now over my boots and to my legs as I felt my feet soaked. I continued to walk further, my shirt now sticking to my skin as I slowly went next to him. He watched me, eyeing my every curious move.
"..." He didn't reply as I stared to him sternly.
I spoke, uncertain about where he was going with this proposition.
He's...going to a fuedal lord in the middle of the night.
An ugly old rich man such as Gennon who I have heard is always surrounded by small boys.
I-
I bit my own tongue.
Wait.
"You don't mean...wait, no. I took it the wrong way right? Griffith?"
I was infront of him in the unmoving water now.
"Answer me!" I yelled, my patience hanging by a thread as now a fire was started in my eyes.
Hate.
Anger.
Malice.
It all coursed through me.
I know he saw the change in my voice, my fright for his answer.
His eyes looked lifeless now, dull as he answered.
"No. It is correct as you thought. I will sell myself to him in exchange for funds. It is necess-"
Slap!
My right hand connected with his face hard, his eyes wide as his face was to the side now. The slap echoed in my ears, the abrupt noise making it's way to reverbrate throughout the woods and over the lake.
The sun was slowly setting behind us as birds flew overhead.
"No you won't." I grit teeth, my voice coming out strained, desperate as I screamed.
"I will never in this world or any other allow that shit to take place infront of my eyes! Have you gone insane?!" I screamed, anger coursing through me as all I saw was his shocked face staring to the moving water below us.
God! I feel like grabbing his shoulders and shaking him until he fucking comes back to his senses!
He slowly brought his hand up to hold his cheek, his lips slightly parted to my sudden outburst of words.
I stared to him, my hardened iris' were set upon him as he slowly dropped his hand to the water. The water levels were slightly above my hips as Griffith spoke so lightly.
"In...sane?..." he breathed. "What's...insane about funding my army?...Let me ask you (your name), do you wish to starve? To be defenseless on the battlefield? To be unsheltered?"
This...this guy!
"Of course not! But God damnit! You fucking listen to me, you got that?!" Grabbing his shoulders I shook him a bit as he let me do as I please to him. "You..." My voice cracked now as my throat tightened. "...are not someone's trash Griffith. You are not any less than them, than me, than any King, any God, than fucking anybody...ever in this damned world. If you need funds that bad then...let me go to him. I'll-"
"No. I would never allow that." I held his shoulders, his white loose bangs falling over his eyes as they stared daringly to my own.
I smiled a sad grin, the curve of my mouth twisting upwards in the irony of his words.
"Then why allow yourself?"
"Because...what's spending one measly night with an old lord supposed to do but keep my army supplied? It's simple logical decision making. There is no skin off my back to do this."
"It could do a lot to hurt you, tch you don't even know. Look, you don't need to do this and I refuse to allow you. We will get the funds we need, trust me." I tried to reason badly.
I can't stand to see him like this.
It all tears me apart inside, but I will not cry. Not infront of him.
"But how?" He questioned.
"We'll be hired to-"
"We'll lose more men than we could count in a battle." He interrupted. "I have went to Gennon before, it is no different. A sacrifice of the body to please him for money is nothing to me."
My eyes started to water at the thought of Griffith doing this in the past.
No, I won't allow this.
It won't happen, not ever fucking again.
I need to...
"Give me three days." I spoke abruptly.
"What?" He looked confused as I gripped his shoulder.
"Give me three days to get the funds. If by then I don't have it, then you may do as you wish to collect it yourself, any way you'd like." Griffith's eyes bore into my own, unsure of what to say.
"And what are you to do to get that type of money in just a short amount of time?"
"Nothing bad." I reassured as I stared to his face for a moment.
Never.
I won't allow him to be tainted by some man's disgusting hands ever again. He means much more to me than I think.
His eyes looked to my face for any indication of speech.
Suddenly reaching forward, I hugged him.
His bare chest pressed to me as I wrapped my arms around his torso tightly. It felt as if I was comforting a child.
Or was I the child that needed comfort?
"(Your name)...I...hope you do not see me any differently than how you used to view me. I don't wish to change your perspective of me at all."
I looked up to him.
"Never. I will always see you the same."
He hummed after my words in thought.
The sound of the water rippling around us caught my attention to try to get out.
Before I let go, I spoke, wanting to apologize.
"I'm sorry...for everything Griffith. I didn't mean to yell or hit you. I just got so upset at your words. I couldn't hold in my anger."
And just like that, he had gone back to normal the moment he put his hand on shoulder.
"It is quite alright. Very understandable considering my behavior. I believe I needed a reprimanding from you anways." The ends of his mouth slowly curved upwards as I pressed my forehead against his chest.
He is definitely much more to me than I could even imagine.
It was nightfall where I had changed from my soaked clothes into better ones to sleep. Guts and the guys were all asleep already in their private tents. I had my own.
I heard the sound of crickets resonating in the background.
My thoughts taking a turn to the earlier events with Griffith.
I...had no idea he would go through such lengths to provide for us all.
But...is he really providing for us, or for the continuation of his dream?
No, Griffith sees us all as family. There's no way around it.
Yeah, we're soldiers for him, but at the end of the day we're all here for eachother.
My hands were behind my head as I layed down.
Would...Griffith go to Tudor to see that lord tonight, even when I said not to?
I thought about it.
Yeah, he would.
I believe he wouldn't want me struggling to get money somehow so he'd go anyways as soon as I fell asleep.
I quickly got up, turning off the lamp on the table to exit my tent. In the night, I walked to Griffith's.
Approaching, I saw his light on inside still.
"Griffith." I said lowly, opening the flap to see him laying in his bed, staring to the ceiling.
His eyes averted to me.
"Is something wrong (your name)?" He asked politely sitting up.
Walking in, I made myself acquainted with his chair, sitting and crossing my legs as he sat up to stare at me.
"Yeah, I'm staying here for the night." I then explained my reasoning. "I don't want you leaving in the middle of the night without my consent." I crossed my arms as he smiled.
"Hmph, you seem to not trust me on my word (your name)." He spotted as I smiled.
"Oh, I trust you with anything. Just... not with this. I figured you're the type to disregard my words and take it upon yourself to fulfill this duty. I'm here to just watch you."
His smile never left his features as he used his hands to lay back against his futon.
"So you're my guard. You're here to watch me all night?"
"Yup."
"And you won't fall asleep?"
"I won't close not one eye." I assured.
"Then I guess I'm not leaving." He joked as I smiled.
"Guess not."
Looking back down to his sheets, he spoke.
"You know, you are the first person I have spoken to in such a way."
"Guess I'll be the first then to change you."
I will change him.
I'll change his ways, for the better.
I want him to be happy.
"Change? In what way?"
"I wish for you to be happy. Today what I saw was you in pain. I never want to see that again. So I will change your thoughts on the world, change your perception. You can be happy, you can obtain your goal, all without the sacrifice of something great such as your soldiers, your body, or mind. It is possible."
His face looked deep in thought to my words.
"It is impossible to not feel pain in this world. It is necessary for growth."
I responded.
"I agree with you there but, that I am just saying is one of my goals. To change you for the better."
"If that is your dream then so be it. But know this, I will not change. Not ever. Not for anyone."
I smiled to his statement.
A challenge.
"I changed Guts. I bet I can change you. Just needs time." I concluded.
I just need time.
I had suddenly opened my eyes, never even knowing I had fallen asleep.
Hours I guessed had presumably passed.
"Griffith." I whispered alarmingly as I sat up from where I was laying. Where is he?
Did he leave?
Looking around I realized I was laying in his futon, my eyes averting down to the sound of breathing to see he was asleep next to me.
I quickly exhaled, my mind easing to see the white haired male asleep comfortably on his back.
The sound of crickets hit my ears, owls, night animals' movement as I took in what happened.
I had...fallen asleep I guess but...he didn't leave...
He didn't leave.
My lips slightly curved upwards, relief taking over my body as I layed back down.
The last thing I could have recalled was me and Griffith having a long chat. We were discussing the meaning of life, philosophical theories, politics.
I learned more about him tonight than I have in the past three to four years of knowing him.
My back was to the futon now, his sleeping breaths calming me as I closed my eyes, now back under the covers.
I felt oddly contented where I was.
(3rd Person) P.O.V
As soon as (your name's) (e/c) eyes shut, Griffith's azure ones opened on accord.
He was on his back, his breathing steady, calming as his head turned slightly to look to the sleeping girl next to him.
His mind was everywhere with her.
How he should view her or even see her as a person.
A soldier?
A mere women?
A philosopher?
A companion?
A...dare he think, lover?
Could he see her as one?...
Did he mistake her caring words for something deeper than what he thought?
Did he want to even think that way?
Well...she is afterall the only person in this world to ever have these type of conversations with him. She was the only one to ever have this much control over him.
If he didn't care, he would have left the second she closed her eyes. If he didn't care, he wouldn't have placed her in his bed to sleep comfortably beside him.
Has...he ever cared for another the way he has been with her? He afterall listened to her proposition.
If it was someone else, he would have left their opinions on the dirt beneath his feet. He wouldn't dare care for another's opinionated view of him, only except the people who needed to care. Like the King.
No...he concluded.
He must'nt get too close to her. She is no lover. She is just a...
A...
A soldier...wielding a sword for him.
He has a role to fill.
Marry Princess Charlotte. That's the only way. He must'nt lose focus of his goal, his dream. Not for her.