Hardly could one be mistaken accusing Drakes of his life choices, yet unbelievably so, dungeon diving was never something he had on his lift. More like a necessity, an unfortunate consequence of his poorly made decision is what drives an ex-knight under the surface, scavenging for buried treasures and playing with monsters. He had his path paved with gold and even though the obstacle Drake was putting in effort and sweat to overcome them all, managing the goal he set for himself. And what a grace he felt serving under the banner of House Darykmoor, proud member of the Knight’s Order, being able to protect and be the shield for the Young Lord of his House. 

Some say the higher one climbs the longer they fall. What irony of the fate, that the Lord adored his knight guard beyond the way he should and Drake being a helpless romantic and the victim to the charm of his Lord could not say no to the temptation. Guilt gripping his heart, day after day he felt the weight of his actions. Yet every morning seeing the peachy smile and adorement in the eyes of the young man waking up without a care and just enjoying the present, Drakes himself brushed his doubts aside, refusing to consider the possibility of a dark future.

As is, nothing lasts forever and soon enough his treachery was discovered by his Knight Captain. Should it be anyone else he would have lost his head on the spot, but thanks to his superior’s mild heart and overbearing care towards his pupils and the relentless begging of the Young Lord, Drake was spared from death penalty. That if you consider banishment and the robbery of his future not an equal verdict. 

It has been many moons since and still Drake yearns to steal a glance of his young lover even for a second. Deep down, however he is terrified. Mortalized of the possibility, that the Young Lord became a man, married and forgot about him. So he buried his memories and feelings, locked in a chest never to reopen. Then, in his fantasies they can be together like before.