TICKING PAST || TEWKESBURY [3 | EDITING]

TWENTY-FIVE 」THE ROYAL GUARD

"DO BILLS exist in this era? Because, I sure as hell will not be paying," Barron mumbled. The moon was up and everyone was still planning on how to get rid of the crown prince. Tewkesbury was sitting on the table quietly, reading his journal. Y/N was in the hidden room, trying to rest.

"Oh, don't be frowny, Barron. Your play mate doesn't like that," Allistair said. Evelyn snorted as she saw the child giving the baron a plate with inedible leaves.

"Look, it's trying to poison me," he said.

"It? He's an 'it' to you?"Evelyn questioned.

"Shut up, your opinion's millions of miles away for me to consider."

"Gee, what to expect with a mature man."

"Is there seriously no phone at all?" Casius asked. "It's the beginning of the 19th century, what do you expect?" Enola answered.

As Tewkesbury rose from his seat and made his way towards the bedroom, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment in his heart. The room was filled with the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the windows, casting a serene aura upon the sleeping figure of his wife. He approached the bed, where she lay facing right, her frame covered by the blankets. Tewkesbury couldn't help but smile as he heard the faint sound of her gentle snores.

Gently, he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, taking a moment to admire her peaceful expression. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride that this beautiful creature was now his wife, his partner in life and love. However, his contentment was quickly interrupted as he noticed a dried streak of blood on the back of her dress. His heart sank as he realised the injury she must have sustained.

With tender care, Tewkesbury pulled the blanket up to her shoulders, tucking her in and making sure she was warm and comfortable. He stood there for a moment, gazing upon her sleeping form, before finally turning to leave the room. He had a mission to fulfil, to gather the herbs that would help heal the wound on his wife's back. Tewkesbury left the small cottage, his determination set as he set out on a quest to tend to his beloved's needs.

And so, the moon watched over its darling world with the twinkling stars for company. The nocturnal creatures rejoiced while joining the dancing breeze of night, watching the waters dazzle under the silver streaks of light.

It was just as calm and silent until the crowned sun came to greet the morning of beginnings, tickling the girl's habit to wake. Her eyes met the dozing young lord who had his head resting on his palm. Everyone seemed to be fast asleep. Maybe it's time for her to return the lovely favour of treating them. She stood and did the start of her morning.