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You and Vi had been inseparable the moment she was assigned your knight.

You were merely the princess, then. Not as important as your mother. Vi wasn't in as high as a rank either, only serving as your sole protector-- your knight only. You expected to hate it when you were told some measly knight from Zaun would follow you around and guard your every move. But you found that you liked her, she was rather laid back. Like turned to a crush, which bloomed into sneaky kisses and giggles.

But as years passed and you grew older-- you were the queen, now. And the queen couldn't rule without a king-- so you were married. It broke your heart, and it broke Vi's ten times more-- since she had to watch you still, remaining your knight even if you were wed.

Vi stared solemnly at the statue of you in the garden, of the way your beauty was captured even in the stone material. She had one minute alone, you were off talking about personal things.

She jumped when she heard your approach, eyes flitting over to you immediantly. She bowed, staring down at the ground.

"Your grace."

Vi murmured, her voice soft and noticeably more sad-- it was always more sad nowadays, devoid of the life and love it held before. It's not that she didn't love you, she could never stop loving you-- but she was in such pain she found herself struggling to not resent your husband, her king. Sometimes she considered being angry at you as well, but that never lasted long.

She couldn't forget the look in your eyes as you stared at her across the room on your wedding night-- miserable and apologetic as you danced with your new husband. That look always popped up in Vi's head, and it reminded her that you never wanted this, either.