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ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ! ᴇsᴘɪᴏ x ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ||ʙʟᴏᴏᴍ ×x•°

Request made by: Flora_Fern

Rᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ ɪɴғᴏ:
Kɴɪɢʜᴛ Esᴘɪᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ᴏʀ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ. Fʟᴜғғ.

(Smiley: Thank you for requesting!! I hope you're happy with your request! :D Also, Sonic is your dad in this (you're adopted so it's easier to imagine yourself without having to worry about genetics), but it won't mess the story up too much. Espio is younger than Sonic, Sonic being 40-50, like in Light Mobious. Your mom can be anyone.)

Summary: Your kingdom has fallen from your father's grasp, and now you must live under the radar. You are found by a young knight by the name of Espio, who has sworn to protect you at all costs.

Word Count: 5k

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You stumbled across the dirty alley, tears pricking at your eyes as you tried to keep your breathing steady.

You had to find somewhere to hide before any of the knights found you.

The enemy had taken over the castle, overtaking any and all of the knight's loyalty. They labeled your family as outcasts and even put a heavy bounty above your heads.

The knights turned against you and drove you out of the castle. But not before killing your father in cold blood.

Everyone saw it. The blood. The screams of the ladies in the room. And the cries of your mother as she was dragged away.

All you could do now was hide. Hide from the same people you had called friends not so long ago.

If only your father were here. He would reassure you that everything was alright and that 'The day would be saved!' by his speedy heroism!

You let tears fall down your face at the thought of your father being dead. How could they have done that to someone so nice? To someone who put his life on the line for other people?

To someone who was a father, and the best one at that? He didn't care that you weren't his flesh and blood. You were his own, his life's biggest mission and his biggest achievement.

You ran faster, dirty water splashing as your feet hit the ground.

What perfect timing, no? It had rained in the morning, a sad one at that.

How ironic.

...

You shifted as you waited in line. You had finally found a hotel that didn't seem to recognize who you were. At least, not yet.

The brown cloak you had gotten from your father weighed on your shoulders. It had small golden engravings in them that people could assume to be fake. You also had a small bag that you had stuffed with as many possessions as you could before escaping.

Your grip on the strap tightened as the line in front of you cleared and the last person left. The clerk was a large Mobian with an even bushier beard. He sighed in a tired manner.

"How can I help you." He didn't even say it like a question. You furrowed your eyebrows.

"May- Do you have any medium sized rooms?" You had almost started talking formally.

You gave him a nervous grin. Not that it helped, you still looked like a sad mess.

"Yeah, but it's a family size. Take it or leave it." He grumbled. You frowned.

"Umm, okay...." You pondered for a little. He sighed.

"There's a small family sized room. It should work as a medium." He looked like he was pitying you.