The Dragon Prince: One Of Her Kind

ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅ ᴊʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ?

ꀤ ꃅꍏꃴꍟꈤ'꓄ ꋪꍟꍏ꒒꒒ꌩ ꉓꃅꍏꈤꁅꍟꀸ, ꀤ'ꂵ ꀭꀎꌗ꓄ ꉓꂦꈤꎇꀤꀸꍟꈤ꓄. - ꀤꈤ꓄ꂦ ꀤ꓄, ꉓꃅꍏꌗꍟ ꍏ꓄꒒ꍏꈤ꓄ꀤꉓ

"....This is preposterous!"

I jump. I peer into the a room with the door slightly ajar. I see a servant scurry out before handing me a feather duster and running off. He-

Okay... I breathe in.

I walk in - sneak, actually- pretending to dust the relics around the room.

"Viren, please. Sit down. Let the woman talk." King Harrow proposed as the high mage sat down with a huff.

"I'm just saying. A crown guard the princes' age would be better. As I have noticed, they listen to servants their age better than they do, Soren."

The counsel agrees.

Viren glares at the woman as she held her head high, trying not to show weakness.

"Well... Viren is right. An older, more responsible crown guard would do well with the princes. I mean, I wouldn't want my boys running around like hooligans under leadership of a young man-"

"Or woman." I interrupt, suddenly.

Everyone turns to me. I shrink, unwillingly, "Sorry."

"She's right." the king states, thoughtfully, "It would be even worse if the woman has ill intentions."

"Who even are you?" Viren asks, harshly.

I internally roll my eyes, "I'm a simple servant here, High Mage. Yet, I do recommend attending anger management classes. Your tone is quite disrespectful."

The counsel chuckles as I continue on, "I know, my say has no importance, but I suggest trying the counsel's idea, your Majesty. Perhaps consider an ultimatum. A junior crown guard will take up the responsibilities of the crown guard for a time, then Soren will continue his post for the same amount of time. Then, we- you, sorry, could compare the results and-"

"Foolishness! Only an idiot would suggest such a thi-"

King Harrow interrupts Viren, "I agree. What is your name, girl?"

"Y/n, Your Majesty." I state, politely. 

"Well, Y/n, I like your idea. Effective immediately, you are the crown guard of my sons. You'll take defense classes with Soren. Your quarters will be the one adjacent to Callum and Ezran's rooms. You are dismissed."

"What?!" Viren and I yell, simultaneously.

"T-Thank you...?"

"WHAT?!" Viren was livid so I quickly excuse myself for 'fresh air' and ran out of there.

"Whathefreak?Whathefreak?Y/n,haveyougottenyourselfinto?" I paced the hall, pulling at my hair.

"WOAH?! You okay, n/n?" Someone asks. I spin around to see Callum as he towered over me by an inch or so.

"Well..." I sigh, but before i could say more I was engulfed by a hug.

I sigh into it, "I think messed up."

"Tell me, what's up?"

I cover my face, before proceeding to tell him EVERYTHING.

Callum laughs and I smile, "What?"

"Stop stressing, Y/n."

"Fine, but I fail then... Soren for you."

"No pressure, no stress."