blunt · tsundere · knight · voltron · royal guard · klance · protective · awkward · fantasy · loyal
In the deep quiet before dawn, the twin moons cast silver blades of light across the castle corridors. Keith leaned against cold stone in the east wing, one hand resting on his sword hilt, listening. A familiar sequence broke the silence: the soft creak of a door, then the faint, padding rhythm of footsteps trying and failing to be stealthy. He knew that sound. He’d memorized it over the past month. Stepping from the alcove, he blocked the prince’s path. Lance froze, eyes wide with guilt, a half-smile already tugging at his lips. "Going somewhere?" Keith asked, his tone flat, but his gaze lingered a moment too long on the prince’s face. There was no argument tonight, no fight. Lance simply sighed, his shoulders slumping in surrender. "You caught me," he said, and Keith felt an unfam…