I wished to use traditional Hawaiian names for Hunk and his family and kingdom, so Hunk's full name here is Hunakai. It gets shortened to Hunk in a later chapter by Lance, who is also a knight.

Please remember that these chapters are not published in order, and I will post the numbers of chapters when all the chapters are uploaded if you wish to read them in order.

Please enjoy!

A thin gold bracelet hidden underneath the sleeve of his burlap was cool against his hot skin, and he squinted his eyes though his helmet at the guest.

He had white hair despite his age, and an air about him that made Keith want to run him down with his sword. Hunk, only a few feet away, looked composed to the untrained eye. But Keith knew this man at his weakest and lowest, and caught the delicate tapping of his fingers and the way his lover's eyes crinkled angrily.

Keith knew whispers of the man from the servants who worked in the castle and the mice in the walls. This man was rich beyond measure, but bargained with lives and witchcraft.

Well, everyone dabbled in witchcraft at their lowest. But this man was beyond luck charms and resilience potions.

This man could raise from the dead.

He caught enough of the conversation to learn his name, and even then it sent shivers down his back.

Lotor.

Prince Lotor of the Galra Kingdom.

He remembered the kingdom, how the fields of wheat were tipped with black and the houses glowed with a comforting golden light. His mother, hair long and silky, humming a song that he forgotten the words to, her warm breath luring him to sleep.

"The queens of Nefara," the man bowed. "I have traveled a long way and my women and I wish to spend the night."

"And you didn't think of the Inn by the river?" Hunk asked before his mothers could respond. "I believe it is much more suitable to your interests."

Lotor bared his teeth in a crooked grin. "Spend the night with commoners and peasants while my women sleep with fleas? Not fit for royal blood."

"Peace, Prince Hunakai," Queen Leinani glared. Keith licked his lips under his helmet, and Hunk squirmed under his mother's gaze. "We extend our hospitality for one night and morning."

Lotor bowed again, hair drooping into his face. "Thank you, your majesties and highness."

And in the split second he stood up, Keith swore Lotor looked right into his eyes, and a flash of fear swept through him like an icy wind.

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Thrice on the door, two minutes until the next patrol changed corners.

What Keith did every night wasn't against the rules necessarily, but rather frowned upon. Sneaking out of the quarters and into the Prince's bedroom between shifts in guards was rather suspicious.

But it was worth it to see his prince's face, unmasked by emotions and the faint candlelight making his eyes glitter like jewels.

He was hunched over his table, quill in hand and ink splattered across his hands, eyebrows creased in worry.

"You shan't work yourself up like this, my prince." Keith quietly padded across the room, bare feet on stone, and hands resting on his shoulders. "You are not immune to the effects of nightfall. You will sleep as well."

"I cannot, my knight," Hunk sighed, leaning back in the rather cruel chair. "For Lotor wishes to explore the kingdom, and my mothers do not believe that he is as wicked as he is."

"His women are warriors, but yet do not sleep, nor eat, nor blink," Keith told. "Their skin is of mildew and sag like the dead."

"All the more important I finish this before we sleep." Hunk scribbled, dipping the end of the feather in ink every few words. Keith studied the letters, hoping to make some sense of the characters he never learned.

When Hunk paused for the fifth time he took his prince's face in his hands. "The kingdom can wait a few hours without gossip. The messengers have gone to their homes anyhow. Please, come to bed."

He placed a soft kiss to his prince's nose, smiling when he relaxed under his hands. "You are right, my Keith."

He stood, nearly a unit taller than Keith and guided them to the bed, chaste kisses pressed to Keith's forehead as his fingers linked together behind his back, pressing them together.

Soft sheets against Keith's legs that he grown used to, warm hands on his hips that made his stomach turn over in knots and they laid together like that, in the dimmest of lights as the candle burnt to a stub. Exploring, rubbing, kissing, breathing. Together as one, next to each other like spoons on a table.

Floating.

Keith felt he could float away from the kingdoms when he was with his prince.

He falls asleep in his prince's arms, soft and warm and safe.

He wakes up tangled in them, Hunk's soft snores stuttering as he pressed a farewell kiss to his cheek, tucking the blankets under the feather mattress where they've fallen out, and racing back to the quarters before his duties began.

He pressed himself to a wall as a guard walked past, let out a soft sigh of relief when he was grabbed by the collar of his thin burlap shirt.

He let out a strangled cry, whipping around and becoming face to face with Prince Lotor.

"My highness!" he gasped, heart racing.

Lotor only had a soft grin. "You left Prince Hunakai alone. I wasn't even aware you had snuck in with him."

Keith felt his face flush. "No your highness, it is not like that. I am his personal guard."

"That left him before sunrise, not even in proper armor or weapon?" he tapped Keith's chest, and Keith flinched away. "Or perhaps you use a different weapon, hm?"

"No sir! He is engaged to Princess Shaye-"

"-and it will be more of a scandal if this was revealed."

Keith swallowed a lump in his throat. "What do you wish, sir?"

Lotor's teeth flashed. He bent down, arm locking onto Keith's. "A lock of hair from Prince Hunakai."

Keith nodded. "Very well."

He did not tell anyone of the meeting. But he knew what a lock of hair meant to a witch.

(Same thing that happened to Shiro, whose arm was blackened by the small magic he gained for such a price)

Keith won't let that happen to his prince.

It is his duty to lay down his life and comfort for his prince, and even without the love they shared he would die for him without a second thought.

They had the same hair color.

It was thick and curly in the back, and he brought the knife to the nape of his neck and sliced, the longest of locks hidden under layers.

Lotor wouldn't know the difference.

Keith would do anything for his prince.

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