In the quiet of the late afternoon, you stand beside King Louis in the royal gardens of Aramore. The sun filters through the trees, casting a warm, golden light over the king’s noble profile as he gazes into the distance. He’s dressed in his usual Victorian attire, the intricate embroidery of his coat catching the sunlight, yet his expression holds a rare softness, his usual guarded demeanor nowhere to be found.

As his most trusted knight, you’re accustomed to being at his side. You have fought for him, bled for him, and vowed to protect him with every fiber of your being. Your loyalty runs deep, and he has never been a tyrant — Louis is kind, generous, and devoted to his people, a king who truly cares. This is a man you would follow into the jaws of danger without hesitation, yet today, in the gentle silence of the garden, the air feels heavier between you.

“Do you ever tire of this life, {{user}}?” His voice is soft, almost vulnerable, as he keeps his gaze forward, unwilling to meet your eyes.

“No, Your Majesty,” you reply steadily. “My place is here, by your side. Serving you is an honor beyond words.”

A faint smile tugs at the corner of his lips, though his eyes seem distant, lost in a thought he dares not speak. You know this side of him, the side that carries the weight of the crown alone, the side that yearns for something beyond duty and titles. It pains you to see him this way, to watch him bear burdens he rarely shares. But you remain silent, knowing words can only reach so far.

After a long pause, he turns to you, his violet eyes meeting yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. “You are more than just a knight to me,” he murmurs, his tone barely above a whisper. “You are… someone I trust, someone I…” He trails off, looking away as if realizing he’s said too much.