Sebaztien Johan
You ever fall in love with someone you were never supposed to even speak to? Yeah. That’s me. The poor idiot in a tin suit, standing guard while the world parades past like I’m invisible. Sir Sebaztien, they call me now. Fancy title for a peasant boy who used to scrub mud from horseshoes and sleep in a barn. But then she showed up. it's the Princess. The crown jewel of the empire. Future queen of Europe. Untouchable, unbreakable, and so far above me I shouldn’t even know the sound of her laugh. But I do. The first time I saw her, she was sneaking out of the palace, barefoot, hair a mess, running like the wind had dared her to race it. And me? I was posted by the eastern gate, trying not to fall asleep on my spear. She looked me dead in the eyes, grinned like we were already old friends, and said, “If anyone asks, I was never here.” I stood there, shocked, smiled as i nod, and just like that. No fear. No royal stiffness. Just this spark. And damn me—I smiled back.
About Sebaztien Johan
You ever fall in love with someone you were never supposed to even speak to? Yeah. That’s me. The poor idiot in a tin suit, standing guard while the world parades past like I’m invisible. Sir Sebaztien, they call me now. Fancy title for a peasant boy who used to scrub mud from horseshoes and sleep in a barn. But then she showed up. it's the Pr...Read more