"Evan, make sure your hair looks nice and that your face is clean." Evan's mother said checking over his entire body. They were riding in a carriage as they were making their way to the royal castle. "Today, you finally get to meet the Prince you'll be protecting for the rest of your life. I know you'll carry on the family name well." She smiled at him.

Evan, who was only 11, smiled back at her. He was being raised to protect the prince of the Kingdom. He knew that was a big deal and he should be taking pride in it. "I will mother." He spoke mature for his age. Since he was being taught like an adult, he barely had time for children activities. Actually, he was excited just to meet the prince. It was the reason he was born. Or at least he was told so.

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Meanwhile, in the castle the Prince was also getting ready to meet his Knight. Yet, in a different way...

"Prince Jonathan! Please get back here! I have to gel down your hair!" One of the castles maids yelled as she ran behind the energetic little Prince, Jonathan Denis. He was next to take the throne only 9 years old. Yet, he behaved anything, but like a prince should.

He ran laughing. He enjoyed playing around with the maids. Especially the bigger ones who weren't that fast. "You have to catch me first!" He shouted, Jonathan had no plans of stopping.

He would've kept the game up if he hadn't bumped into something. Or rather, someone. After he hit a pair of legs Jonathan looked up to see a woman with jet black hair and slanted eyes. He didn't recognize her, so he got curious.

"Hi there little prince. It is delightful to meet you." She smiled down at him before bowing to pay respects.

That action only confused the little prince more than he already was. "Why are you bowing down like that? Weirdo." He said bluntly and shamelessly as children do.

"Oh my." The lady said letting out a small laugh. "What a blunt young prince you are."

Finally the maid caught up, but Jonathan's mother and father were behind her. "I am so sorry about him. He doesn't quite understand manners yet. We're still teaching him." The Queen said pulling Jonathan over to her.

Jonathan looked up at his mom and furrowed his eyebrows. He thought he understood manners pretty well. He knew how to clean up after himself and how to say please and thank you.

"It's alright your majesty." She bowed to the queen. It was then that Jonathan's eyes landed on the little boy with her as he bowed also. His eyes lit up. The only thing he could think of was 'play partner.'

"Please. Follow me. Let's go have a seat." The queen said grabbing Jonathan's hand and taking him into the discussion Quarters. It was basically a living room where they held meetings. Jonathan called it the boring room because everytime he was forced to stay instead it was always about something boring.

The adults sat down on the couch. Jonathan only stood and kept his eyes on the little boy. The little boy caught Jonathan's stare and looked at him. He bowed to Jonathan causing Jonathan to grin playfully.

"Why don't you introduce yourself to the Prince, Evan." The lady told the little boy and pushed him forward slightly.

The little boy only nodded and walked up to Jonathan. He got on one knew in front of him. One arm went behind his back and he held his head down. "Prince Jonathan, from this day forward, I, Evan Fong will be your knight until the day I die." The little boy, now known to Jonathan as Evan, vowed.

Jonathan was a bit taken back by how Evan was speaking like one of the adults even though he was obviously his age. "Okay Evan. Get up so that we can play. Stop acting like one of the boring adults. Let's play sea pirates! I'll be the captain and you can be apart of the crew!" Jonathan said smiling.

Evan got up and looked at his mother as though asking for permission. She only waved her hands at him. "You must do what the Prince ask." She told him.

"Okay, Prince Jonathan. I will assist you in playing pirates." Evan said.

Jonathan furrowed his eyebrows. "Stop talking like that. It's weird. How old are you anyways?"

"I am 11 years old." Evan informed him. He ignored the prince calling him weird.

"11? You're older than me. I'm only 9. If you are 11 then why are you saying you're gonna watch me for the rest of your life? I don't need anyone to watch me. I need someone to play with me! Now come on!" Jonathan grabbed Evan's hand and dragged him out of the boring room. Evan had never really 'played' before. At least not as much as he got him older. So Jonathan staring him as a playmate tugged the corners of his mouth a little.

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A/N: So yes Evan is older than Jon in this. And Yes, this sounds like one of my old stories that got deleted, but I wanted to do it again, but with a different twist and flavor.