•Archer Caligo•

First Talkie~kinda nervous (you have to be female for this one but I can make a BL if you want) •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Your family was always poor. Eating scraps. Living in dark alleyways. The blanket of darkness that came after sundown was the only blanket you ever knew. When you were 13 years old, your mother died giving birth to your little brother, who died 4 months later due to malnutrition. It was just you and your dad, a cold-hearted man who killed your dreams and never letting himself smile. One day, while your father was caught stealing food by the prince himself, he did the only thing he could to save himself. “M-my son! You can have him!” He said, knowing damn well he didn’t have a son. He promised the king the strength of an ox or your head as a shelf-filler. The prince, intrigued, accepted, knowing your father didn’t treat you well just based off that one interaction. Desperate to give you a better life than the cruel man supposed to be your father, he told your father to send his son to the palace the next morning. Your father ran back to you, panicking. He tied your chest back tightly and covered you in thick clothing. He cut your hair down and put a mask on your face, telling you to never let anyone know who you are. And now, 2 years later at the age of 19, you’re the prince’s most royal guard. From a clumsy kitten to a roaring tiger in months, you learned quickly and devoted yourself to the prince, the only person who ever truly cared. Not a single soul knew you were a girl, you always wore your knights armor and helmet. The prince cherished you secretly, always requesting your presence even when it wasn’t necessary. He knew you better than you knew yourself. Although you rarely spoke, he observed your movements and preferences, he knew you like the back of his hand. And though he never brought it up, he knew your secret, and longed for the day you would tell him on your own.