Knight in shining armor - Knight!Dean Winchester x Princess!Reader - Chapter 13
A soft knock on the door of your room woke you up from your peaceful slumber. It seemed like it had been an eternity ever since you had a good night's sleep while in actual reality it was just a few days. Just like it had been a few days since you and Dean broke it off. All those days, till your birthday last night, you had been struggling to focus on anything else but him. During daytime you tried to do as many things as possible, anything that was good enough to keep your mind occupied was good enough for you as well. Because honestly that's what you wanted to do. Keep your mind and self as much occupied as possible so that you wouldn't think about Dean and all the things that had happened between the two of you.
You had once run out of things to do, all preparations for your birthday ball were done, and you had immediately caught yourself thinking about Dean, your heart in the meanwhile aching like hell. And after that one time you certainly did not want to find yourself in the same situation. Sure you could not stop the thoughts or feelings whenever you saw him but at those times you could take something up and occupy yourself with whereas at nights...
At nights you just had to endure the pain that losing Dean brought to you. It was one of the hardest times of your day- harder than facing him and having to pretend as if everything was alright between the two of you. At night, especially when you could not sleep, the thoughts and (above all) memories would not stop rushing back to you. Memories of beautiful moments you and Dean shared, memories of the funny moments you and him had and memories of all those loving moments that every time were so different yet, at the same time, so similar to each other. And that was just because there was that one particular feeling – among all the others Dean had managed to make you feel – that was always present. Love. Among all those other feelings, the safety of being held in his arms, the swelling of your heart whenever he smiled at you, the butterflies in your stomach whenever he laughed or even blush on your cheeks whenever he complemented you, there was love. Yes those were things that happened often but what you always knew you felt for him, whether you were at that moment in his presence or not, was love.
You always knew you felt love for him- You always knew you were in love with him but just were too scared to even admit it, in fear of something happening and you in the end being forced to say goodbye to all of the things you and Dean had and felt. And you were (partially at least) right at that.
But those were memories you had to forget. And as much as it hurt you had to. Even if all those thoughts of beautiful moments between you and Dean were something you wanted to cherish forever you knew you just couldn't. It was not just the pain you felt as you thought back to all those moments at nights as you laid almost numb on your bed, not having the emotional strength or courage to keep the tears from rolling down your cheeks and to the pillow. No, it was not just the pain os reminiscing those moments that were over that hurt you but it was just that fact that brought the most pain. The fact that those moments were over. Gone. Done. Finished. And were not going to happen again.
Dean was not going to ever hold you in his arms like he used to, you were never going rest your head on his chest again and fall asleep to the soothing sound of his heartbeat while he ran his fingers through your hair. You were never going to be able to see that dazzling smile of his directed at you, nor would you ever get to hear him laugh for real and not pretend. You were never going to get the chance to see his freckles from upclose as he leaned his forehead on yours and you two merely gazed at each other. You were never going to get to feel his skin on yours, touching you tenderly as his lips slowly but surely came closer to yours. And then he pressed them to yours in a kiss that every time varied from slow, to soft, to hectic, passionate and sometimes full of lust. But every time managed to make you feel the exact same way. Your knees going weak, the air being knocked out of your lungs, your heart beat miles per hour and your hands shake in anticipation as you felt your stomach tighten. You were never going to feel any of that again because simply you were not going to live any of that again.
And it hurt like hell.
Or well, sort of. More specifically speaking?
It used to.
It seemed to be so hard for you to explain it yet so easy at the same time. And it all started last night. Last night that you did not have to try to forget about Dean and what was happening all these days. No you didn't even in the last bit try to forget the pain. Because you just simply did not feel it anymore. The weight that seemed to be on your shoulders all the time and managed to keep you awake at nights was gone. Your heart did not feel heavy like a rock anymore, although it did hurt. Let's be honest, you were not going to get rid of all the pain so quickly and easily especially at the feelings you had (and still do) for him.
You did not want to let yourself get lost in this, like you previously had done with Dean, but the more you thought about it- no, the more you thought about him the more you found your smile getting bigger. It was inevitable and you certainly could not deny it, at least to yourself, that the thought of a certain blue-eyed king had you grinning to yourself til late at night when sleep finally had enveloped you. At some point you could still hear his words echoing in your ears, his soft and accented voice seemed to be what had actually lulled you to sleep in the very end. But you clearly remember your cheeks burning hot as you merely thought of what he had told you that night and you surely could not deny that a huge grin spread on your lips as you remembered what he had said about not having a woman by his side that night- or in general.
It was hard to ignore the flutter of your heart as you thought of the way he smiled at you last night or how his sky-blue eyes shone with a spark you had never seen before in anybody and certainly drew you in. Not to mention the pleasant shivers you vividly remember running down your spine as his hand came in contact with the bare part of your back. Or the way he reacted after that. He truly was a gentleman. But then he had that mischievous glint in his eyes and that smirk that only promised more to come that you could not expect. And all that was certainly something that excited you. And let's not get started with his accent. Dear lord, you thought your knees were going to give away any given second the more you heard him speak. Maybe it mostly had to do with what he was saying that it affected you so much. The way he expressed things.
You still caught yourself biting your lip to keep the smile from getting bigger. If possible. Henry had you on cloud nine and acting like a lovestruck little girl in a matter of just a few hours of knowing him.
No. You shook your head to dismiss the thought. You didn't know him that well, you certainly could not be feeling that way about him especially when you knew you still felt things about Dean... could you?
You did not want to let yourself fall in love with him- or have any sorts of feelings anyway. Yes, your father and him were best friends and you were pretty much sure everybody would love to see the kingdom's only princess be with England's King and this only meant that nobody would raise objections but- something still did not feel right. You could not point your finger on it and- you didn't have the time to, either, as another knock on your door was heard.
You let out a small groan and rubbing your eyes to get the sleep out of them you spoke “Come in”
Without waiting a second, as expected, Anna along with the rest of the maids burst through the door.
“Aren't you a little early today?” you asked groggily as they literally dragged you out of your bed.
“Yes, but our king requested your early presence at the table. Forget not that we have guests, my princess” she said as she combed your hair.
“How could I ever forget” a smile immediately spread on your lips at the thought of the British king- one you could certainly not hide even if you tried and that Anna of course took notice of.
“You and King Henry seemed to be really close last night. You did not dance with anybody else but him. And you usually save one dance for prince Arthur on every birthday ball you have” she said with a small smirk. Anna was more than just a maid and you wanted to treat her as a friend, that's why she spoke more freely to you.
You felt a blush creep up your cheeks as you looked down at your hands. You shrugged casually “I guess. He's just a nice man”
“And certainly a handsome one” she noted and you could not help but chuckle and nod your head in agreement.
“Although-” she spoke up again “-I believe Dean is far better.”
“Dean?” you asked, frowning deeply.
“Yes, you know your father's knight? You know he is quiet 'famous' amongst the maids. They all seem to have taken a liking to the green-eyed knight. Who wouldn't though?” she ended with a question and a chuckle.
“Yeah” you breathed out in a low voice but did not say anything more and let her do her job.
“With that smile-” Anna continued, it seemed that you were not done just yet “-and those eyes and that body! Oh gosh I would be willing to get thrown in the battle if it meant having him save me. And let's not forget-”
“Yes Anna yes! I get it!” you snapped, effectively cutting her off “I get it” you said in a much lower and calmer voice tone. You bit the inside of your cheek, frowning at the clearly unpleasant feeling in your chest.
You could not be jealous, right?
“Pardon me princess” she mumbled.
“No, no it's ok. I'm sorry” you gave her a reassuring smile.
“Your father seems to be really happy though. I mean about you and king Henry. It is obvious that he trusts him and considers him a good friend but- it is about you and him being so close that seems to make hims even more happy. I guess it is understandable after you declined to be with prince Arthur.”
You rolled your eyes “Arthur and I are merely friends, no matter how hard it seems to be for my father to understand that. As for Henry-” you let out a soft sigh “-he is merely a friend as well. For the time being at least. So my father better not start making assumptions” you said as firmly as you could. It had started to get on your nerves how your father saw every guy as a potential husband for you. You feeling things for Henry had nothing to do with it.
Anna didn't say anything further, she just proceeded to do her job like the rest of the maids. Once they were sure their job was well done and that you were ready they, well mainly Anna, escorted you to the dining room- or well, she mainly tried to catch up with you as you ran towards the room where you were sure they all waited for you. And sure there they were.
“Sorry” you mumbled, head slightly bowed as an eery silence surrounded you all as soon as the doors opened. All talking immediately stopped.
Your father let out a sigh and although you expected a glare from him you only got a chuckle and a shake of his head.
“It's alright. Come (Y/n)” he said, motioning for you to move.
Although initially a little shocked you started walking and finally made your way to your arranged seat next to your father.
“Overslept again (Y/n/n)?” Arthur asked with a small chuckle and you rolled your eyes at him but did not respond anyway, so of course he continued speaking “I'm guessing you staid up till late at night huh? Is there something we don't know?... Somebody maybe?” a smirk spread on his lips as soon as he noticed your eyes almost widen. Although Arthur liked to flirt with you he was at the same time like an older brother, teasing you all the time whenever he knew you liked somebody and of course getting overprotective in the end.
“Arthur!” Morgana hissed at him.
“Hey we're practically a family here! All I'm saying is that if there is somebody I want to know. So is there a lucky somebody whose thought kept you awake at night or what?” he grinned at you but you just glared at him.
“A lucky somebody indeed. To have even a few hours of our princess' thoughts” a different voice was heard and all heads turned to look at Henry standing at the door next to... Dean?
Probably he had been sent to escort him here, by your father.
You averted your eyes from Dean, whose own eyes seemed to be glued to you, and looked at Henry looking at you with a soft smile.
“Not just a somebody” you said with a small shrug, not taking your eyes off him, as his smile only widened. And the butterflies went crazy in your stomach.
“So he must be special?” he raised an eyebrow.
“He certainly is” you spoke softly and his smile turned into a smirk.
“So there is somebody!” Arthur pointed out with a satisfied smile and you just rolled your eyes at him again.
“Good-morning Henry” your father told his friend with a smile.
“It surely is” he replied with a smile, looking at you and then back at your father “Good morning to you too as well”
“Please come take a seat” your father said, motioning to the seat next to you.
You could hardly keep the smile, just like Henry himself, as he slowly made his way towards you. You eyes were locked and you didn't dare- didn't want to tear yours from his.
But you did for just a split second and you saw Dean walk next to him and then make his way towards your father, standing behind his seat. His eyes all the time were on you while you wanted to avoid eye-contact as much as possible. And as much surprising as it seemed you did not have to try hard because as soon as Henry sat next to you all your attention was on him.
Dean swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyebrows knitting together as he felt his heart tighten in his chest in a clearly unpleasant way. He tried not to let it show, though, and as usual put on a stoic face and took his place behind your father.
“You slept well?” your father asked and Henry's attention was immediately snapped away from you.
“I certainly did” he smiled politely at him.
“After the war in France ended then I believe everything is alright?” your father asked again.
“And it is. I would have not achieved anything if it was not for you my friend”
“I merely did what I had to. I was not going to let you go on your own after all”
“Indeed. But the courage and will you showed at the battle was unparalleled”
“I told you I fought for a purpose. The ones I love” your father said, looking at your mother and placing a hand on top of hers.
“And I now understand what you meant” Henry nodded his head with a smile, turning to look at you which only made the smile get bigger and a blush creep up your cheeks.
A smile crept up your father's face but he tried to cover it up.
“So, Henry it is great to know that you'll be staying for longer. You don't visit us often” your mother said with a warm smile.
“I know and I wish I could come more often but it is hard to leave the kingdom entirely on its own.” he said apologetically.
“So you won't be staying for long?” you caught yourself asking before you could comprehend it. A frown set on your face.
“Even if my kingdom does need me I can't find it upon myself to do anything different than what you wish me to. I am here upon your request and I shall not leave earlier than you want me to” he said, voice ever so soft and calm and you found your own smile getting bigger.
“Oh please if it is up to (Y/n) then you better forget England whatsoever” Arthur said with a roll of his eyes, a small scoff and laugh leaving his lips.
Your eyes immediately widened “Arthur!” you exclaimed, Morgana doing the same.
Arthur just raised an eyebrow, looking between you and Morgana but then shook his head and proceeded to eating his food.
“I'm sorry” you said in a low voice to Henry.
He shook his head with a smile “It is quiet fine. Besides, I do not believe I would mind it if I was able to see your beauty every day” he said softly so that you could only hear.
You looked sheepishly at your hands, a blush on your cheeks but a smile on your lips, even if you tried to keep it off by biting your lower lip. You looked shyly up at him “I would certainly not mind having you here for as long as possible” you said softly.
“Then I shall” he smiled even more, putting a hand on top of yours that only made you blush more.
You didn't miss to notice how his smile turned into a small smirk, but what you did miss was the smile that spread on your father's lips and...
...the deep frown that set on his face as he tried to hold himself together. The pain in his chest only increased.
The rest of the morning along with your breakfast went by rather smoothly, fact you were glad about. Just like you were glad about Arthur not making some comment towards Henry, either embarrassing for you or rude for Henry. At some point he had stopped being playful and making remarks or teasing you. He had just ended up straight forward glaring at Henry, especially when you seemed to show more interest in him or he would be a little more affectionate towards you.
You of course didn't mind in the least bit. The feeling of his hand on top of yours, his skin in contact with yours, brought pleasant shivers down your spine. It was certainly a feeling you enjoyed and could easily get used to. It obviously was something Arthur did not like, though, as he glared daggers at the young king. And he was not the only one.
You did once or twice hear a scoff when Henry said something to you but you soon came to the realization that it was not Arthur. You turned your head and caught sight of Dean's eyes being glued to Henry and as soon as he sensed your eyes on him he turned his head to look at you. His jaw was still clenched but you did not see the same emotion in his eyes as before. Although he was previously angrily glaring at Henry as soon as he looked at you, you saw the pain flash through his eyes. You saw the hurt even as he tried to mask his feelings, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't feel your own heart shatter. He only pursed his lips and visibly turned his head the other way so that he was not looking at you, his jaw even more clenched, lips pursed and a cold glare set on his face as he obviously did not want to look at you anymore.
You bit your lip and looked away from him after that, your heart aching to see him so clearly ignore you. Luckily, Henry once again managed to get your attention off Dean and make you forget even for a second about him. You could not be more thankful to him about that.
And that is how the rest of the week went on. With you being grateful to Henry for the distraction he offered to you from all your problems and... much more.
It certainly was not just a distraction and he certainly could not be described as only that. It was hard, nearly impossible for you to believe it, but every time you came face to face with Dean and his either heartbroken or emotionless look all it took was for Henry to just say a word and all your attention would once again be on him and as if by magic the pain and guilt you'd start feeling, every time, just left as he smiled at you. It was always being replaced by a warmer feeling, as if everything was alright and finally falling into place.
You could not deny that every time you saw Dean you still felt your heart skip a beat, a feeling of longing to have again what you once had was always there along with the pain it brought to you to see him this way. You'd heard the maids, Anna herself even had made a mention, how he just was not his usual self and these days had only become worse. No jokes or teasing had been done by him, as he rarely would be with somebody. Whenever he did not occupy himself with too much work to the point he could barely think of anything else other than that, he'd often be on his own walking around the gardens and always thinking- although, when you had once seen him yourself, you could say that you clearly saw how he was struggling to keep himself from thinking.
And the situation seemed all too familiar.
At some point you had caught yourself contemplating on walking towards him and talking to him- although you had no idea what you were probably going to say. You just felt that pull towards him, to ease his pain that you felt guilty to admit was because of you. But every time you found yourself not making a single move and instead watching him from the corner of your eye as he sunk further into his pain. Every time you just turned your head away from him and were... thankful for that.
You were thankful to Henry for always managing to captivate you with his words and all of your attention to be on him in an instant. You didn't know if you were a bad person for doing this to Dean- you didn't actually know how to call this but at the same time wasn't that what he had done to you not a long while ago? Well, it was not exactly this but you were the one begging him just three weeks ago to not let you, that you could work this out no matter what everybody else said and he was the one to pull away because he thought it was the right thing to do for the kingdom. You were the one just two weeks ago to be hurting like hell because of him wanting to do the right thing for your people.
Well, here you were doing just that. And, if you were completely honest, it didn't feel like a chore as with the rest of the things you did as a princess. It felt like...
...when you were with Dean.
The thought alone scared you but at the same time you had to remind to yourself that you did not have a reason to, because Henry was not Dean in so many ways. It hurt but at the same time felt like the biggest relief knowing this and every day realizing it even more. Henry managed to make you feel so many things at the same time and just when you were feeling guilty for doing this to Dean- you'd say betraying but... you and him were not together, not anymore, so you could basically do whatever you wanted to. Just like he did- and that was something that even if you wanted to deny it made you extremely jealous- point was that, even if you did feel this bad there in an instant Henry managed to make you feel ten times better by just offering you one of his warm smiles or in general being there to listen to you. Even if he denied it, he was a great listener and always paid attention to what you told him. He always knew how to comfort you, the right things to say or the right moves to make, whether it be a hug or a hand on top of yours. And of course you always spoke in general lines to him, not daring to say the truth behind all this.
How could you even say- hell, even admit to yourself that you were falling for the blue-eyed king while you still were in love with the green-eyed knight?
It was hard for you and you dreaded to even think about it. So you were once again thankful to Henry for offering you the relief you so much longed for. You did not know how he did it but with just a few words he instantly managed to make you feel better, like it was not actually your fault, but above all- he managed to take your attention away from what was really happening. To take your attention away from Dean- and, really, that seemed to be easier and easier for him with each day passing.
"You're wearing the gift I brought to you" Henry had once said in almost disbelief as he glanced at you. You were taking a stroll in the woods, as usual, and your father could not join you so instead it was just you, Henry, a few soldiers and... Dean. Yeah, your father just could not trust you with any other knight but him.
You and Henry were really close at that time and you could not help but notice as you walked how Dean would either glare at him or look at you with a heartbroken look on his face.
"Yes, I just could not let it. It was so beautiful" you had said, your attention fully on Henry in just a split second.
"It certainly cannot match your beauty, my princess" he had smiled that half smile, half smirk of his that made you weak to the knees "I tried to find the most beautiful and bright precious stone to adorn the necklace and when I did I thought it was perfect. Shining so bright like a star. Forgive me, though, for your beauty shines brighter than the sun. I shall try next year to find a better one" his words had instantly brought a blush on your cheeks and it had been really hard for you to hide it, just like the smile that was on your lips.
"So you will be here till next year to wish me my Birthday?" you had asked, looking up at him with a smirk.
"Do you want me to?" he had asked back just as slyly and it was impossible for you to hide your wide smile or keep yourself from giggling at him. He had once again managed to take your attention away from your problems and make you feel better in an instant, hope and true happiness filling your heart for the first time in a long while. And you were thankful to him for that.
What you did not notice, though, was how the look on Dean's face got darker and the frown only deepened as he pursed his lips in a firm line. It hurt him to see you so close with Henry, it hurt him to hear you laugh or giggle and know that it was not because of him- because he could only bring you pain because of who he was. It hurt him seeing you and Henry so close just like it hurt him to see how easily you had forgotten about him. As if he did not matter- as if he never mattered. But above all it hurt him seeing you and Henry close in this kind of way, the blush on your cheeks as he complemented you or the shy smile on your lips that could only indicate one thing... you were falling in love with him.
And Dean knew it. He knew it because he had once seen that kind of smile directed at him, that kind of blush rise on your cheeks because of him, but would never again happened because he had acted so stupidly and pushed you away.
And it hurt him to no end. It hurt him knowing that... all of this was true. That you were indeed falling in love with another man and forgetting everything about him. Because it was not just him that had come to that realization. He was not the only one that could see it.
And that could only mean it was true.
You saw the tall and slim figure of the British King standing with his hands folded behind his back as his eyes followed the movement of different knights fighting with each other. You had been looking for him everywhere until your father told you that he was at the training arena of the knights and soldiers (the smirk that had spread on his face you tried not to pay too much attention to as you asked him about the blue-eyed man) and so you made your way here where you finally found him.
"I didn't know fighting fascinated you so much" you spoke up as you stood next to him, your hands in front of you.
He smiled and turned his head to look at you now "As a King it is my right to know how to fight so that I can protect my kingdom, this does not mean I am fascinated by it. But if you wish, I could say that I try to view it as... art"
"Do tell?" you raised an eyebrow, smirking just slightly. Even at the most simple question the answers he gave you, and the way he did, always managed to astound you.
"If not meant for death and chaos, then yes" he shrugged his shoulders.
"But as a king you are bound to fight. Most of the time at least. Right?"
"As my father used to say, a wise king never seeks out war. But he must always be ready for it. And so I am." he gave a small shrug again "Besides, if you do think about it there is art in all of this. Like the art of archery" his gaze turned to a few knights with arrows in their hands practicing at archery.
"Do you know?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at you.
"What? Archery?" you laughed shaking your head "Oh no. I did try once but did not have any luck. It didn't even hit the target"
"Well, you probably didn't have the right guidance. Allow me to show you" he smiled that half smile and half smirk of his that could only mean he had something else in mind and you of course could not deny his offer. You were really curious to know what it was.
"Oh please, be my guest" you said with a smirk of your own that only made him laugh.
"Very well then" he smirked and opened the way for you to walk first, his eyes all the time on your form; following your movement.
You loved how he could sometimes be such a gentleman, talking like a poet and making you feel like the most beautiful girl on the world and in just a moment he could turn into a mischievous man that just hinted on more than he let out.
You lifted your dress slightly and you both made your way through the different training parts to the archery. The few soldiers that were there moved to the side as one of them offered Henry a bow and a set of arrows and followed with the others, a good few feet away.
"A demonstration first" he said, picking an arrow and turning to look at the target far away from you. You moved to the side so that you could still have a good view.
You watched, mesmerized, as Henry drew the bow to his ear. The string stretching just like the muscles in his arms and the muscles in his back. He was one long line of tension just like the bow in his hands. You held your breath, the tension within you too, as he lined up the shot and took aim at the target. He teased you, holding the arrow at full extension for just a half second longer than he normally did, before letting the string fall off his fingers with what looked like effortless grace. Your breath escaped from you with a soft whoosh at the same time as the arrow hit the target with a loud twang, and he looked over at you with a grin.
Damn, how could he make this look so effortless and... hot at the same time? This man was certainly taunting you.
"Now" he says softly "How about you give it a try, my lady?"
You swallowed the lump that had suddenly formed on your throat and nodded you head at him. You went to him willingly, and he moved you to stand in front of him, his hands gentle but firm on your waist. The fact that the dress you were wearing was nothing but a few layers of thin fabric did not help in the situation. Shivers ran down your spine as he rubbed his thumb softly on your hip. You could feel his hips behind your back, feel his breath on your neck. His chest was pressed to your back, moving with each breath. He ran his free hand down your left arm, taking your wrist gently in his fingers and guiding your hand up to grasp the limb of the bow. It’s surprisingly hard for something that is so flexible.
“That’s right, my lady. Feel the bow in your hands. Feel the power of it. It’s such an elegant weapon, don’t you think?” his velvet voice whispered to you, his chest moving and you could feel it.
"Indeed" it came out as breathless and weak, even if you meant for the exact opposite. But it certainly matched the state you were in- the state he had you in.
"Indeed" he nodded his head, whispering in repeat, his voice much lower than before.
You felt him grasp your other hand and bring it up to rest against the string “Just the fingertips, my lady. The string is delicate, and requires a…delicate touch.”
You only nod your head, unable to utter a word. You knew it would probably come out as a stutter or squeak and you certainly did not want to make the blush on your cheeks darker by embarrassing yourself.
He let go of your one hand just for a second to take hold of an arrow. He placed it on your fingers and slowly guided your hand so that you placed it by the bow. He placed the balls of your fingers against the string, his fingers resting lightly over yours, then guided you as you drew the string back. You couldn’t pull it back nearly as much as he could. But he didn’t seem to mind.
“Now breathe,” he whispered in your ear. “And focus on your target.”
You tried to concentrate, the blood pounding in your ears as an unwelcome distraction. Your eyes were on the target, but all of your attention was on the man behind you.
“And then…” he whispered in your ear again, stroking his fingers back along the outside of your hand towards your wrist, “You just…let…go.”
You let the string fall off of your fingers, and it snapped against your other wrist, the stinging's sensation traveling up your arm and down your body like lightning. You couldn't help but let out a breath.
"See, not that hard" his low voice whispered to your ear, his warm breath fanning over your cheek.
A smile spread on your lips when you saw the arrow hit the exact middle of the target.
"Yes. I did it." you couldn't help but let out a small giggle, like an excited kid at Christmas day, especially when his slight beard brushed over your cheek giving you a tingling sensation.
"Of course you did" he chuckled at your own happiness as well.
"I did not doubt it for a second" he added in a low voice and before you could react you felt his lips on your cheek. Your eyes almost widened and you felt yourself jump slightly. You turned just a little so that you could look at him but you could not help the smile that got bigger on your lips, or the blush that rose on your cheeks.
You let out another giggle, looking down for a second as you tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear. You looked sheepishly up at him through your eyelashes "Again?" you asked, bringing the bow higher up as if to motion to it.
His smile only got wider "Absolutely" he gave a subtle nod and so did you, turning to be in your previous position as as he took hold of another arrow.
Your eyes focused on the target again completely, all your attention there- well and Henry of course, but you did not pay attention to anything else but that...
...therefore missing the look that flashed through Dean's eyes, who watched from afar and felt his heart break into a thousand pieces. As if it was not broken enough already. He had brought this on himself, after all.
"They look great together, don't they?" a voice next to him made him tear his eyes from the scene in front of him.
He looked at your father approaching him with a rather pleased smile on his face as he looked at you and Henry far away from the two of them.
"Princess and King Henry?" he asked with a frown.
"But of course. I don't want to rush into things but I think this is going to turn into something really good" he smiled even more "I mean, look at them. Wouldn't they make an ideal couple? Besides, what better choice for my princess than Henry? I mean a prince would be the ideal but Henry is not much older than her, he's about your age, so that's good." he nodded at his own words.
"They are really close after all" he added with a smirk.
Dean averted his eyes from the king next to him and turned to look at you and Henry "Yes, yes they are" he said in a low voice that cracked at the end.
After Henry teaching you archery and you managing to shoot an arrow on your own, you and him made a small walk through the gardens, enjoying the sunset until you finally decided it was time for you to go to your rooms. And of course he had to escort you to yours.
"You don't really need to escort me to my room, Henry" you said sheepishly, playing with the flower he had offered to you earlier at the garden.
You had decided to take him to your favorite spot at the garden, the one where you could always find peace at and relax. Especially since not many would visit it.
“It is indeed really beautiful” he had said with a bright smile, looking around him and at the flowers at each of your sides.
“Yes” you smiled “I actually helped pick up the flowers for this part when I was about five” you let a small giggle.
“Really? Oh but I should have realized” you could not help but raise an eyebrow at his words “The flowers here manage to match your beauty. To some point at least.” his next words made the blush darker on your cheeks.
“Thanks” you had said sheepishly.
“And this one in particular-” he bent down, cutting a flower and then coming back close to you “I think would just fit perfectly... here” he mumbled softly, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face and behind your ear, gently tucking in the beautiful flower in your hair.
His hands, though, lingered there for much longer as you both seemed to be mesmerized at looking at each other, caught in your own world.
"Nonsense. Of course I do" he replied truthfully.
You shrugged smiling slightly "I'm actually a little sad the day is already over. I really did enjoy it"
"Time is hard to define, as is happiness but I must say that this week was he most enjoyable for me as well, (Y/n)." he smiled as well.
"You'll probably have to leave soon, don't you?" you asked as you both slowly came to halt as you neared your bedroom.
"I wish not to think about 'soon' as something that is going to happen in the near future. I prefer to enjoy this while it lasts, and we can always make it last more, don't we?"
"Yes, yes of course" you nodded your head with a smile "Well-" you looked at the door behind you "-I guess I should say goodnight then."
"And I will await the morning to see you again" he replied and you bit your lip to keep the smile from getting wider.
You nodded your head and without saying anything he brought a hand up and and cupped your cheek. He slowly closed the distance and leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on your cheek. His face lingered a little more close to yours and when he pulled away his face still was a few inches away from yours. His eyes seemed to do the same as yours as he looked at your lips and you caught yourself doing the same.
Before you could even realize it you felt your eyes slowly closing, his doing the same, as the distance between you seemed to lessen with each second. Before you could comprehend it your eyes were closed and... his lips pressed to yours. You instinctively brought one hand up and around his neck, one resting on his chest as his other hand moved to our waist; bringing you even closer to him, no more distance left between you anymore. Your lips moved in sink with his and you felt yourself letting out a content sigh, as pleasant shivers ran down your spine. Your eyes were closed as you let yourself get lost in the kiss. You kissed him back with just as much passion, your heart beating rapidly in your chest and-
Completely unaware of Dean's filled-with-pain eyes watching you as his heart broke into a thousand pieces.