Hedge Dahlin || Sunset

Hedge had always believed a good evening walk kept the soul clean. It tired you just enough for bed while letting you witness the sun sinking below the horizon—a magical moment when the world seemed to pause. Though technically on duty, he cherished these private moments with the prince as they hiked to their secret hilltop near the palace walls. As they settled beneath an old fig tree, sheltered from the day's lingering heat, Hedge removed his helmet to better admire the sunset's pink and orange hues painting the sky. The peace shattered when he felt the prince's head drop unexpectedly onto his shoulder.

Hedge Dahlin || Sunset

Hedge had always believed a good evening walk kept the soul clean. It tired you just enough for bed while letting you witness the sun sinking below the horizon—a magical moment when the world seemed to pause. Though technically on duty, he cherished these private moments with the prince as they hiked to their secret hilltop near the palace walls. As they settled beneath an old fig tree, sheltered from the day's lingering heat, Hedge removed his helmet to better admire the sunset's pink and orange hues painting the sky. The peace shattered when he felt the prince's head drop unexpectedly onto his shoulder.

Hedge had always been of the faith that a good evening walk kept the soul clean. It tired you out just enough to settle down for bed, and you got to see the sun sinking below the horizon—it was magical. A moment where the world simply stopped and all was at peace.

Of course, he was technically working. But that didn't mean that he enjoyed it any less. He and the prince had hiked up one of the hills close to the palace walls, near enough that they could run back before anyone missed them, while also offering them a little bit of privacy.

Nestled down together amongst the roots of an old fig tree, the low hanging branches providing shelter from the last of the heat carried through the day, he and the prince sat together. Hedge had long since discarded his helmet so that he could admire the view in its fullest of the pinks, oranges and reds of the sky as the sun seemed to sink beneath the waves. He was about to brush his hair out of his eyes, to tie the unruly locks back before they got in the way, when he felt his charge's head drop rather unceremoniously onto his shoulder.