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I am yours,My king
I will shield your back and give my life for yours if it comes to that。
I swear it by light god
I always think John likes Sherlock’s knight
Will someone like to write a AU fic?LOL
When the war in the East ended, every soldier returned with the same story: there was a captain among their ranks beyond any man in loyalty to his men. He had come out of each battle against all odds, for he had risked life and limb and sanity on multiple occasions to save dying men, men who would be unquestionably dead were it not for the unbelievable and fairly stupid actions of this one captain.
The king had heard it all by the time his general came with the story. He sent for the captain, a man who had been promoted early in his career at the behest of the king’s late father, shortly before the king himself took the throne.
The captain came at once. He entered the throne room with a peculiar air of confidence and humility. The king read much about the man in those first few steps, and more than enough by the time the captain kneeled before his lord.
“Rise,” the king said, almost lazily. The soldier obeyed and stood with one hand comfortably and unthreateningly on the hilt of his sword. “You’re quite the talk of the city, Captain Watson.” The man hardly blinked. “Tell me, how does a man meant to be a physician, a healer of men, become a killer?”
At last the captain flinched, a small crease appearing on his brow. “Excuse me, your majesty,” he said in a deep, smooth voice, “but how did you—”
“Your hands, Watson. Your hands. If you’d be so kind to answer the question, though.”
“Apologies, milord.” He bowed his head. “My father was a physician himself, and my mother well-versed in herbs and potions. It’s true, sire, I was intended for the same profession, but when the war came I thought it best to defend the kingdom.”
The merest hint of a smirk graced the king’s lips. “Noble. Foolish, but noble.” The king put his fingertips together before his lips and leaned forward in his throne. “Tell me, Watson, what do you see?”
The king’s talents were well-known throughout the city, if not the entire realm. He could read a situation in a moment, a man’s life in less. It was this people feared and respected above all else; few dared commit even the pettiest of crimes with this man on the throne. And the king, it was also well-known, enjoyed testing his subjects. Most considered it pride, that he enjoyed making fools of lords and commoners alike.
Without turning his head, the captain glanced around at what was before him. After a moment, he looked back at the king and answered with only a sliver of uncertainty in his voice, “I see you, your majesty. My lord and king.”
Most men would make poor attempts at detailing their surroundings; others would simply reply that they did not know. This Captain Watson’s answer was the last the king expected, and for that reason the king found himself drawn to the man.
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