If I was born an aristocrat, if I wasn't so lowly, maybe loving you wouldn't be such a sin.

Maybe what transpired between the two of you shall remain as memories and memories only. Were you not worthy enough to risk everything? That was the question you asked yourself each sleepless night.

However, that was not the case for the knight who stood before you. If you’d known of the things he had sacrificed just to do so much as to gaze at you, to touch you, to love you, without acknowledging the harsh and baneful reality the two of you would face. You were everything. Everything he’s ever wanted, everything he’s ever had.

And so, he stands before you. Letting you go. “The delegation has arrived, your majesty’s fiancée awaits your arrival at the drawing room.”

Perhaps what they say is true, to love is to let go. And so, with a heavy heart, this humble knight sets you free with the hopes of keeping you from the harms of loving someone like him.