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[Consulting_Angel]

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- A prince who secretly goes out on regular nightly adventures has a guard employed for him to ensure his safety by essentially following him around everywhere.
This becomes increasingly irritating for the guard, especially after the prince is suddenly betrothed to another princess to ensure the security of the royal bloodlines. However, things take an interesting turn when the prince and the guard find themselves falling for one another.

Will post my character shortly~

[Consulting_Angel]

Full Name: Ashton Webber.
Nickname: Ash, Ashton.
Age: 21.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Homosexual (closeted).
Role: Prince.

Appearance: He has short, blond hair that is straight, and dark blue-brown eyes. He stands at around 5'7", which is a little shorter than most guys, but he absolutely hates being called short (this is probably the fastest way to irritate him). He has an athletic build, with a good figure, and fair skin.
Personality: Ashton is incredibly friendly, with a huge amount of seemingly endless energy - to the point where he doesn't really walk regularly, preferring to bounce and bound around - and is rarely in a bad mood. He's very social, and will speak to mostly everyone. However, Ashton can also be very over-the-top, with some of his reactions being dramatically fainting (and occasionally actually knocking himself out if no one catches him), or getting inexplicably angry (and he will attempt to fight, even though he's not very good, and usually ends up getting carried off by a friend, then napping for a while). He can also be an incredible diva when he wants to be, especially when he's in one of his sulky moods - a slight scratch on the hand may as well be a broken arm. Interestingly enough, though, actual, larger problems seem to hardly faze him.

Likes: Dance (especially tap, jazz and ballroom), salad, cats, badminton, sleeping, sneaking out at night.
Dislikes: Waking up early (especially after sneaking out at night), velvet, white bread, meat, seafood (he's allergic), having to wait too long for something, being told/teased he's short.
Fears: Snakes, heights and horses.

Other:N/A.

[borneofash]

N A M E: Sam Carter
G E N D E R : Male
A G E : Twenty three
S E X U A L I T Y : Bisexual
P E R S O N A L I T Y : Sam is takes most things very seriously and finds it hard to relax. He is quiet and quick witted. Negotiating is a weak point for him because he's more likely to get angry and shut down than to stay cool and collected. When he gets angry, he gets stubborn and no one else's way is right (even if it clearly is). He's a problem solver (though his common sense is a little rough around the edges) and he thrives off of puzzles and complex situations (even if it doesn't seem like it, because he'll complain the entire time).
He complains a lot under his breath, and he's told to watch his mouth quite a lot.
E T C: That's it, me thinks?

[Consulting_Angel]

Ashton Webber

It was around eleven at night, and Ashton was still awake... not that it was unusual by now. He wore a travelling cloak over his outfit, and he wandered through the palace, being careful to make sure that he wasn't spotted by anyone else. Security tended to be quite relaxed, as there was very little crime in the area - much less nearer to the palace - so he wasn't too worried. And it just made sneaking out that much easier... though it didn't stop his parents - the king and queen - from employing a guard to ensure his safety. With a bit of luck, Ashton thought, he was sleeping right now, considering his parents didn't know of his own nightly escapades.

After a few more minutes, Ashton was finally outside the walls of the palace. He glanced back for a brief moment, then he turned back around, and started walking towards the marketplace of the city. He would have taken a horse, if it hadn't been for the fact that he was scared of them, and there would have likely been too much noise anyway. He liked walking alone, though. It let him take a while to breathe, to sort out his thoughts and let himself feel more like a regular person.

[borneofash]

Sam carefully followed after Ashton, not that it was hard because the prince wasn't as sneaky as he thought he was. In a wide-open courtyard with a full moon, he wasn't hard to keep track of. However, it was no one's job but Sam's to keep an eye on the prince, and no one else (but the other guards) were even awake at this hour. He managed to keep a light step as he carefully trailed the other boy, and ducked around a corner when the prince looked back. A guard needs to have some fun in his rather-monotonous life, why not make this midnight adventure a little more... spooky?
Sam had to make sure he had the quietest moment, and when he was ready, he jumped out and grabbed Ashton's shoulders, and let out a loud yell. No one could hear them under the cover of the thick trees that made up the forest between the palace and the town.

[Consulting_Angel]

As he walked, Ashton got a little lost in thought, blissfully unaware that he was being followed, unlike what he assumed, and thinking of what he would be doing in the morning. Sleeping, most likely, and not waking up until no more than fifteen minutes before breakfast - he was good at getting himself ready in the mornings to make it seems as though he had spent at least half an hour getting ready, even when it had actually been around five to ten minutes. Then he'd probably spend some time dancing...
It wasn't until it was too late that Ashton even got a hint that he was not as alone as he thought he was, and when his shoulders were grabbed and he heard a yell, Ashton let out a terrific, high-pitched scream of shock, spinning around, about to attempt to throw a punch... but he stopped himself just in time when he saw who it was - Sam. Breathing heavily, Ashton placed a hand on his chest, and it took a few moments for him to speak. "What the HECK? You almost gave me a heart attack and killed me!" he said, dramatically. Which, he knew, was the very opposite of what Sam's job was.

[borneofash]

Ashton's scream made Sam double over in laughter, his hands on his knees, wheezing. "I don't know what I expected, but this was the best possible outcome," he said, wiping the tears from his eyes as he straightened again. Running a hand through his hair as he collected himself, a small smile still remained on his face. "If I have to follow you around as you mess about, I've got to occupy my own time so that I don't go crazy and kill you myself," he stated, before hastily tacking on a "your highness" for good measure.
Sam didn't doubt that any larger threat than him would send Ashton straight into shock because of how he was acting. They had been raised differently, very differently, because they had been raised to play different roles in society. He knew this, and yet Ashton's reactions towards life in general still left him puzzled at times. He would never stop taking advantage of how easy it was to scare the young prince. Even if Ashton hadn't been raised as a prince, Sam thought, he'd probably still be just as high maintenance as he was now.
After he had fully recovered, he instinctively returned to his on-duty stance with his back straight, his hands folded in front of him and his legs slightly splayed. "So, prince, where are you nightly adventures taking us this time?"

[Consulting_Angel]

Folding his arms, Ashton pouted while Sam laughed, clearly unimpressed by the reaction, if a little surprised as well. "Best? I don't think so. Maybe I should have punched you," he said, shaking his head slightly. He huffed, glancing away until he had been addressed as 'your highness', then he glowered at the guard. "I'm not messing about, and you don't have to follow me," he responded, glad that they were in the forest - he did not particularly want to be discovered by the other guards because they heard his scream. Now that would ruin everything even more than having Sam following him around. Why couldn't they have employed someone just a bit less competent? Then maybe he'd get some peace. He half-considered going back to the palace, but he was not willing to compromise his nightly outgoings, nor was he willing to let Sam have it easy.
After taking a moment to stretch his back, Ashton then copied Sam's stance, even though he was likely far less intimidating, regardless of his social status anyway. "Well, guard, you're not invited, so you can go back to the palace like you're meant to," he responded, refusing to see the hypocrisy of his statement. Then, he turned around, and started walking again.

[borneofash]

Sam couldn't help but find Ashton so amusing, a little prince trying to act big. The audacity of him, really, was what made Sam wonder how he'd ever rule the kingdom well. However, that wasn't for him to decide.
Sam scoffed, letting the royal pain get a bit ahead. "I'd much rather be sleeping than get covered in burs, but you're prancing around out here, so I have to as well." It was like Ashton sometimes forgot their roles, like he could ever really be alone. Sam had express instructions to make sure he always had an eye on Ashton, just to make sure he wasn't getting himself into trouble. This wasn't the first time the prince had tried to get Sam to leave, either, but none of those attempts had worked because, like it or not, they were stuck together.
Sam's strides were longer than the prince's, so he walked at his side instead of behind him. He knew how much of a fit Ashton pitched if he accidentally stepped on his heels.

[Consulting_Angel]

"I'm not prancing around," Ashton protested, and he started to wonder if he should deliberately draw out his little adventure, just because it seemed that Sam would rather be sleeping than following him. As much as he also wanted to take a protest to his parents, he did not want to risk his nightly going-outs to be revealed - which was certainly a possibility, but it wouldn't stop him from complaining to himself.
Realising that his attempts to get Sam to leave were - and would be if he continued - completely futile, he sighed quietly, and decided that he may as well try and enjoy this anyway, instead of being miserable. That would be no fun for anyone. He didn't normally give up so easily, but he was fed up of being worn down and he just ended up getting annoyed even more. "Fine," he said, glancing towards Sam, and he attempted to lighten up a bit, "Last year, I found a family of badgers living in a hidden clearing, near to the city... it's around this time that they'll have returned, and I want to go and watch them," he explained. There was a moment of hesitation, then he quickly added, his voice suddenly concerned, "But I don't want anyone else finding out about them... just in case,"