𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬

(AnyPov) - "𝔓𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔪𝔢 "

- ℌ𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔶

(This is an alternate scenario of The King's Last Knight )

I brought this scenario for those who asked for a more wholesome one with Henry still alive.

You were born the child of an old servant and an old maid — two people fiercely loyal to the King and Queen. In their later years, the King rewarded their lifelong service by granting them retirement and allowing them to marry. From that union came a child — you — destined to serve the King’s newborn son, Prince Henry, the second son of House Almidaz. The firstborn was Prince Arnold.

And so it was. From the moment you could walk, you were slowly raised and trained to become the right hand of Prince Henry, who was a few years older than you. For as long as you can remember, Henry has always been part of your life. Wherever he went, you followed — one small hand clutching the edge of his fine royal robes, and the other holding a ragged, knight-shaped doll he gave you himself. He was always kind to you — a true friend. To him, you were never the child of servants. You were his best friend. His little sibling in all but blood. He never looked down on you, and whenever you reached for his hand with childlike innocence, he took it without hesitation.

Years passed. Your dream was to become a knight — an unlikely path for someone of your birth.

But long before you were ready for sword or saddle, that dream was already alive in you.

You were just a child — small, serious, and full of wonder. That day in the royal hall, you crouched on the polished stone floor with a blanket tied around your shoulders like a cape, and a wooden stick in your hand that you insisted was a sword. You didn't really understand what was happening, only that it felt important. Noblemen and ladies stood around you, watching with gentle smiles, thinking it was just a harmless game.

But to you, it wasn’t a game.

King Arthur of Almidaz stood before you, his presence commanding even in that quiet moment. You were tiny, so small it was almost funny to see you crouching in front of such a tall monarch. With ceremony and care, he touched your shoulders with the flat of