Xperia 0.3

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The courtyard was all marble sculptures, and well groomed hedges. Flowers from all over the country had been brought in honour of the Royal family, to bloom in the garden. It was usually a place of peace as civilians were only allowed within the grounds on invitation. Though today was different. Of course it was different. Tessa wondered out towards the main gate, she passed people who glanced her way, but no more than that. After all, she was only princess. 

The only to notice she had left the wedding party was her mother who didn’t come out to get her. She sent a guard, all dressed in his armour, to fetch her. While delaying the guards efforts to deliver her back to the hall, Tessa thought about why she was in such a foul mood. Her patience was thin, and tolerance of anything remotely irritating was mute at best. 

“Please, my Lady Princess if I do not return with you soon your mother may ask for my head” The Knight pleaded. Wonderful, Tessa thought to herself. Maybe she had inherited her lack of patience for anything against her will from her mother? No, that would be too easy an excuse. 

“I apologise, it was not my intent to cause you grief” She replied. She gave a little curtsey, which was honoured with a low bow from the Knight. He guided her back. Upon returning she was met with numerous requests for a dance. It was like a wall of young hopefuls. There were tall ones, short ones, stout and stubby, broad and lean, and even bulkier again in muscle. The testosterone between each boy was so overwhelming her urge to flee took over again. 

Tessa twisted around on her heels away from the crowd, and smacked into the Knight. She exclaimed her apologies, she had no idea he was there, but he seemed to ignore all of that. He lifted his silver helmet from his head revealing a shockingly handsome face. Square jaw, high cheek bones, blonde hair in a tiny ponytail at the base of his skull, and grassy green eyes. He removed other pieces of armour, all except his sword, and held out his hand. 

“My Lady, would you do me the honour of having this last dance?” he bowed his head. Tessa got a clear view of the lean body mass under his shirt. He was like the other boys who had come to offer their time to dance with her. It wasn’t that they were unattractive, but they had been sent on a promise, the Knight had not… 

“I’d love to” She placed her fingers lightly in his hand, which he stroked with his thumb. The princely suitors watched on from the sidelines obviously vexed at their rejection. “Thank you” Tessa whispered, as the Knight brought her around to face him, and guided them into a ballroom worthy dance. Bodies pressed together she could feel the movement of muscle in his body. 

“For what?” He asked, his smile could have caused most ovaries to explode. He had a nice smile to add to his chivalrous rescue. 

“You saved me from my mother’s wedding army” Tessa said, her cheeks flushed in response to his smile. 

“I do not think you needed saving, I just knew you liked to dance” He chuckled. He was young, how long had he been a Knight for? She had not had the opportunity to dance in a long time. “Besides, you looked ready to bolt, and I think I’d have been skewed with my own sword”. 

“Yes, well my mother is a fearsome creature when she is on a mission” Tessa felt a laugh bubble out of her. Her curiosity faded to the back of her mind. He spun her around, and she could see her father tilting his had at her. “What do I call my knight and shining armour then?”. 

“Jaxon Daniels” A glimmer in his eyes made Tessa glance away. Pressure to feel shy burned in her chest, and she couldn’t bring herself to look up at him. 

“Thank you, Mr Daniels” She murmured. Her heart raced in her chest. The thud drowned out the end of the music, and just as another began… 

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To be continued… 

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