In the midst of the midnight hour, Prince Philip embarked on his customary stroll, seeking solace in the tranquility of the courtyard. An echo of plaintive groans reached his ears, piquing his curiosity. Venturing forth, he discovered an alluring figure, donning a vibrant red attire with hazel eyes that sparkled in the moonlight.
"Who might you be?" inquired Prince Philip, his tone laced with a hint of suspicion.
"I am Liam," he responded, slightly exasperated. "Liam? You're the bastard knight " Philip retorted, his voice filled with disdain.
" don't call that," Liam said, his gaze unwavering. " . you know you ran away before I could teach you a lesson said prince Philip . I didn't run I had to find Annabelle, her safety is all that matters
Prince Philip, intrigued yet concealing his mirth, propositioned Liam with a challenge. "How about a duel? Should I emerge victorious, you shall submit and acknowledge my authority. And if fortune favors you, you will earn my respect."
With swords unsheathed, the duel commenced. Neither combatant held a clear advantage, each displaying their skill and strength. However, Liam, employing a cunning maneuver, swiftly disarmed Prince Philip, causing his sword to clatter to the ground. A surge of anguish consumed Philip, "No! You were meant to submit to me!"
Confronted with this unexpected twist, Prince Philip, his face contorted with frustration, grasped Liam's collar and forcefully pressed him against the wall. In this close proximity, their breaths intertwined, and an undeniable attraction flickered between them. Succumbing to the primal pull, Prince Philip sealed their encounter with a passionate kiss, his whispered words conveying a primal desire, "You should submit." they where both swept off by there lustful desires as Liam kisses him back and whispers" i don't submit you lose and he took his sword and left