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Always living in a sweet and kind world, Namiya would never think things would go the wrong way, the way she never thought.

After being promised to the nearby Kingdom as a bride for treaty, she couldn’t believe her world could crumble right there, in her hands.

What was she supposed to do, abandoned by her family, not knowing who to trust anymore, alone?

If only escape could be the real answer, she would grasp it with all her will.

I cannot tell how this started or ended; I can only tell how she lived at her potential.

Namiya means growing, she didn’t want to grow.

But she had no other choices.

It’s to live.

Or not to live.

Choose your life, my dear, abandoned Princess.

The Abandoned Princess

The drizzling light was hoovering over the hall, the Royal family standing in a line, the young blue knight kneeling in front of them.


It wasn't news that the Princess had a preference, it was obvious to everyone.


The childhood friend who's always been by her side since they took him in the Palace. The Knight who was found in an accident no one remembered. He was a commoner to everyone, but not for Princess Namiya and her brother.


It wasn't a festivity for the Kingdom, it was an intimate special day of bonding.


The day Lancelot would become Namiya's personal knight. Her guard. 


It wasn't a tradition, but when it occurred, it was an emotional moment for the two.


In the end, it was an achievement. To be called by the Royal family to live and work at close contact would mean to be in a higher rank.


"Lancelot. You've been raised as a son, a friend. You have honoured our family and our Kingdom with your impeccable service. It is a pleasure to enounce your new role as Princess Namiya's, my lovely daughter, personal Knight."


The King and First Prince Percival's faces were strict, knowing they were agreeing to leave him the responsibility for that little free troublemaker.


Lancelot couldn't rise his eyes, the weight of such new rule and liability they were pushing on him made him panic slightly. But when he raised his face, all worries disappeared, at the sight of the girl's shiny and vibrant red eyes.


She was still a child, but a passionate one. A lively and kind girl, that he had the honour to spend his new life with.


Lancelot looked at her directly in the eyes, dead serious about the oath he was to utter. He cleared his throat once, trying not to smile too much.


"Princess, it is and will be my duty to support and protect you. I will cut verge on destiny. I swear on blood through my veins. I owe my loyalty to you and you uniquely. May our fates intertwine, in a grace trail of life."


Once said the words, there was no coming back. And none of them wished to. It was done, and they were bonded for life.


The young lady wanted to believe this was a hidden royal marriage, her insides twisting from first to last sentence Lancelot breathed out, her heart losing a beat at every dot.


The King, the First Prince and the guards weren't in the room any more to them. They were left alone, like every time they found each other. They couldn't express their happiness in that moment, at the same time they were too shy and concious to do it if they were alone. The fear of realising the emotions for each other would make everything awkward. Not between them, but for the externals. And they knew it very well, that was the reason they were endouring every day. But nothing could stop them having them feelings inside.


Namiya wanted to forget all formalities and jump straight into his arms.


And she did. For once, everyone could let it slip, let her enjoy a bite of the perfect happiness she always wanted, in Lancelot's arms.


In the end, she thought, given their impossible circumstances, they couldn't be anything more.


.2 The Formal Bond