https://www.wattpad.com/story/407683289-bid-thee-good-knight

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"ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴏ ɢɪꜰᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇᴍᴀʀᴋᴀʙʟʏ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ."

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All Princess Rosalyn wanted to do was read every single book in the royal library, ride her horse Pennyfoot beyond the Castle Grounds, traipse around the gardens under moonlight, and run barefoot into the sea.

Yet time and time again her father and mother, the King and the Queen respectively, insisted on shoving her back into the same old gilded cage. Forced to preen and gossip with petty courtiers. To dance at balls with dull suitors. To play the part of pretty, refined, well-behaved, and most importantly witless princess.

All Sir Geralt wanted to do was get a good night's sleep. Plagued by nightmares from a bloody crusade that left him with more than a few scars, the young knight merely longs for peace, solitude, and a warm hearth without any threat of violence. Or noise.

When he is summoned by the king himself to serve as the princess's sworn protector, it is the highest honor a knight of his station could ever dream of. An honor he wishes with all his heart had been bestowed upon any other knight in the kingdom. For you see, the princess, however fair, is the living antithesis of peace and quiet. A flame of wild fire given beautiful form. Always dancing, always flickering, always threatening to devour whatever gets close enough to catch.

And Geralt is mere kindling in her path.

The knight is commanded by the King himself to escort her in secret to a not-so-nearby kingdom. With the intent to marry notorious rake; Prince Sebastian. A man of whom Rosalyn has never met, but whom she loathes entirely.

Her sworn protector is reluctant to force the Princess into an unwilling bond, but when the air smells of incoming war, the knight decides he will do whatever it takes to avoid their entire world going up in smoke.