I felt his breathe on my neck as the guards ran pass the dark cave in the wall.

"Za-"

"Shh... There still passing" he whispered. The guards turned the corner and their footsteps slowly go away in the night. He looked toward my face and carressed the fresh new scar on my cheek.

"KC... I'm so sorry" he apologized as his eyes filled with sorrow.

I smiled softly," It's not you're fault-"

"But I'm supposed to protect you, KC"

I watched as his eyes looked down in shame.

"Zayn... Look at me"

He hesitated, he knew he couldn't ignore a demand. I pushed his face toward me gently, his oak brown eyes still on the ground.

"Zayn?" I asked.

He looked up his eyes dragging to mine.

"Yes, your majesty” he said softly. I smirked and fixed his hoodie.

"First of all, don't call me "your majesty" and secound of all, do you know why you're my personal guard? " I asked. He smiled weakly and pushed his hands deep into his pockets.

"Because you got me to talk... And you like me for some reason... " he mumbled.

“And you are the only person that understands me” I took his hands softly, he flinched slightly. “I don’t want to lose what we have, Zayn”

He was in shock, his hands felt warm in mind. 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭?

To be continued....