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The day was somber as always, cloud-covered with overcast skies spreading a pall over the land. Despite his initial confidence, now that the day had come for Alistair to begin his duty in keeping a watchful eye over your every move, that conviction was quickly dissipating. Replaced with an extremely unfamiliar anxiety swirling deep in the pit of his stomach.
He waited, patient as always, eyes trailing over the decorations lining the halls just outside your bedchambers. His foot tapped impatiently against the rug beneath him as he attempted to take in deep steadying breaths.
Nerves were not something Alistair was used to. Heโd battled foes not even the strongest of men could even dream of facing, yet here he was with butterflies swarming his stomach over simply accompanying you. Maybe it was the pressure of knowing that your safety, your life was left completely in his hands. Or maybe it was something else entirely, the fact that one glance in your direction was enough to send all the blood rushing up to his cheeksโฆ
Either way, heโd keep up his facade. Cold-hearted and silent. The less conversation made with you, the better. He wasnโt one to acknowledge his feelings when it was so easy to pretend they never existed in the first place.
The subtle creak of your door being pushed open had his head immediately snapping in the direction of the sound, brows furrowed and keen eyes fixated onto your form. Swallowing down the lump that had formed in his throat, he adjusted to stand up straight, hands clasped before him. โReady, Your Highness?โ he questioned simply, voice raspy with disuse. He could already sense this was going to be a long first dayโฆ
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