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Crown and Cover

(Figured I'd use a couple prompts for this one. Enjoy me challenging myself not to use dialogue (unspoken words) and also writing a neat little story.) @spaus-week

Antonio was the most famously brilliant knight in this land. He could see the weakness in any style of fighting and deal with them accordingly. He wielded so many weapons in his lifetime, choosing currently to hold his favorite axe. Antonio was as fearsome as the way his king maneuvered his way through the bureaucratic process.

What a beautiful process it was to witness, all because he got to witness his king.

Antonio was devout to the crown. His life's work had been all for the one who ruled this handsome land. His love had been poured out for the sake of this great ruler many times. So now, standing aside for the umpteenth time, there was not a lot to say. He had already said it all.

He watched his lovely king, his Rodrigo, bargaining with the nobles of a place he didn't bother to memorize. He watched carefully, examining each flourish that the royal hands made. He watched his king play viciously through his game of chess, making moves so genius that the other party didn't realize they were being systematically punished for every action. Antonio craved the ability to speak to his king, but the guard was not to speak in dealings such as these, nor was he to speak of it at all.

King Roderich had told him specifically to stay quiet. He wanted to test his beloved knight's devotion. So far, it proved true.

Antonio could have said something about the way those nobles felt so confident in their position. Roderich could have led them on himself, made them believe that he was truly planning something else. But, both had learned new ways of thinking from the other. The crown glinted in the light, and his cover stood over him in a show of dominance.

By the time the nobles realized they had been ensnared, the king was staring impatiently into their souls, as his knight eyed the jugular. With a simple glare, both motioned for the immediate resolution of this issue. The nobles would comply, gritting their teeth and signing their right to operate under no supervision away. Finally, when they left, the King and his favorite guard could relax.

Antonio fell into Roderich's waiting hand, the king having now turned to face his beloved soldier. The words went unspoken, the time went slowly, and the crown was slowly draped over by his cover's body. Roderich pushed up a little on the heavy armor, but it was no use. Antonio lifted himself anyways, listening to every word that was never said, just like he always would.