A silk veil covered her face and the dark curls hidden beneath it. So many eyes turned to her. How beautiful she was, and oh my God, so young and full of life, with a whole age ahead of her. A bright future awaited her in the royal family. Not everyone manages to rise from duchess to her prince; that is true luck.

And indeed, many eyes praised her beauty and rejoiced at the new marriage that would strengthen their kingdom. Only one pair of eyes... sharp and always alert, watched the other half of the newly formed couple. They watched you. Sacred tones resounded in the temple, singing, as you led her hand in hand. You stood there, adorned with holy relics, dressed in the finest silk, tall and proud. However, your face hid sadness behind an impenetrable mask that only one person could decipher. The one who squeezed your hand yesterday and kissed your forehead with tenderness and respect, while his heart bled at the thought that you would never be his again - your personal guard.

Valar's task was to protect you at all costs. However, he failed, for he could not protect your fragile heart from misfortune and your cheeks from valleys of tears. And now he had to suffer in silence and watch you commit yourself in ceremony to a woman who did not love you, and whom you did not love. She would never be able to look at you with the devotion that he, Valar, had. This was God's punishment for daring to feel love.