Warning: Medieval AU, this is a sister-fic to chapter 6; F is for Fairy Tale


The very first time his father took him to the capital the merchant boy remembered he was so happy. The capital was so great; it was full of people and colorful building. Very different than where he came from, a quiet, peaceful little town. His father, a successful merchant he was, already running his business the first day they arrived there, attracting attention from citizens.

One day, the king heard about his father trading business and ordered them to go to the castle. He remembered the castle was so big; it was the mightiest building he has ever seen in his life. The merchant boy remembered the king was a great man with soothing persona. It was also the first time he met the little prince.

The little prince was a cute little boy with big blue eyes. The king had asked him to play with the little prince. He said the little prince had no one to play with, and the merchant boy was the first friend the little prince had ever made.

He thought it was sad that his new friend never played around, so the merchant boy would make sure that the little prince was happy. The little price shy smile was worth all those scratch and bruise that he got when he tried climbing tree to get his friends an apple.

"Thank you so much for the apple merchant boy, it was really sweet."

The merchant boy was always wanted to be a knight. His father knew and supported what his little son wanted to be. The merchant boy was taught so many things; proper etiquette, the art of sword fighting, and even cooking. He grew up to be a talented young lad.

Later he remembered about promise with an old friend, a promise about another meeting. The merchant boy wasted no time to go back to the castle. He had friend to meet and wish to be fulfilled. He was genuinely happy knowing he was not the only one who remembered.

"I miss you merchant boy, I miss you terribly so!"

The castle was still the same; it was still as breathtaking as he remembered. The merchant boy was also so proud when he knew his friend had become a beloved prince for their kingdom. More importantly the price was happy, it was all that matter. That was what made the merchant boy wanted to be a knight for the prince; he wanted to protect his prince happiness.

Years later when the merchant boy came back to the castle he was welcomed with the price's ecstatic hug a lot of praises, the merchant boy was appointed as a knight immediately. As the price's knight he had the right to live at the castle, close to the one that he should protect against any harm.

The knight spent his days at the castle wisely. Sometime he would train; sometime he would accompany the prince, his friend in his travel around the capital. But only once he answered an invitation to spar from the prince. He could never raised his sword against his friend,

Fair ladies came for the knight at the court; apparently the news about his journey had been heard all around the country. There was a damsel that caught the knight's interest; she was a beauty with long black locks and a pair of blue orbs. She was one sweet maiden.

But being with her didn't feel right; it felt like something was missing when he held her hand. The knight could not find the will to protect the girl like he would gladly put his life at stake to protect his prince. Then he knew it was not because of the girl, it was because she was not the prince.

The knight realized he was undeniably, completely in love with the prince.

The knight began realize how endearing the prince really was. The way he chatted warmly with some village kid when they traveling around the capital. The way sometime the prince would ask him for a company when the rain fell, they would spent it beside a big window beside the garden, the prince would sat on the windowsill with him and asked about how his day went, or expressing his love for rain while making shapes on the foggy window.

But he could not say anything to the prince; he was the knight. The knight supposed to protect the prince with his life, not being in love with him.

One day, the king suddenly called upon him. He asked about where his loyalty belonged, the knight answered that it belonged to the prince; it would forever belonged to him. The king asked him about how the prince was; he told him what they usually did, about the prince's daily study, he told the king that the prince was happy.

Maybe it was the way the knight answered the questions, but the king looked so happy, as if the knight just solved his greatest trouble, which maybe he did. Then he proceeded to offer his son's hand in marriage. The knight waste no time to ask his beloved.

"Of course I will, I will marry you my knight!"

Needless to say they lived happily ever after.