[ Minho still can't really believe the rags to riches story that his life took a turn for. For the longest time as a kid, he'd wanted to be a knight. Who wouldn't want to be a knight, or a member of the higher classes out there? Chivalry is admirable, and the chance to go out in the world, to explore and find new and strange things, to meet people and fight for an idea... it was a big dream that wound up coming true. He has a lot of people to thank for that, honestly, but no more than those that rule the kingdom.
Meeting Thomas had been by complete chance, but the wide-eyed royal had needed help and he was willing to give it. Even if he was some nobody, he'd pretty much fallen head over heels while running the moment he'd seen him. The fact that he'd been lost and needed help just added something more to it, and after that, well.
To be away from him for too long is a trial in and of itself, because they had become such fast friends. Closer than anyone had ever anticipated, and for as willing as he is to go out to look at the world and to fight for Thomas, he'd rather be at his side.
He and the other kingsguard come riding in through the gates, and they're barely halfway to the stables, still in motion, when Minho dismounts. With a bit of a hop to his step, he takes to jogging alongside his horse before passing the reins off to another member so that he can book it up the steps. There's no emergency, but he runs anyways, quick as anything to get inside the castle itself.
As captain of the guard and one of the main explorers of the kingdom, he's often needed outside the castle walls. But now that he's back inside them, he knows immediately where he needs to go and has no intention of heading anywhere else, or leaving any time soon.
So he calls out a quick-- ] Your majesty! [ --almost teasing, waiting for an answer so he knows where to go. ]
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Meeting Thomas had been by complete chance, but the wide-eyed royal had needed help and he was willing to give it. Even if he was some nobody, he'd pretty much fallen head over heels while running the moment he'd seen him. The fact that he'd been lost and needed help just added something more to it, and after that, well.
To be away from him for too long is a trial in and of itself, because they had become such fast friends. Closer than anyone had ever anticipated, and for as willing as he is to go out to look at the world and to fight for Thomas, he'd rather be at his side.
He and the other kingsguard come riding in through the gates, and they're barely halfway to the stables, still in motion, when Minho dismounts. With a bit of a hop to his step, he takes to jogging alongside his horse before passing the reins off to another member so that he can book it up the steps. There's no emergency, but he runs anyways, quick as anything to get inside the castle itself.
As captain of the guard and one of the main explorers of the kingdom, he's often needed outside the castle walls. But now that he's back inside them, he knows immediately where he needs to go and has no intention of heading anywhere else, or leaving any time soon.
So he calls out a quick-- ] Your majesty! [ --almost teasing, waiting for an answer so he knows where to go. ]