Your wife, Queen Olivia II, had passed away due to an illness she had had for a few months. You knew it was coming, but you still weren't ready to run a whole kingdom alone. It was lonely most days since you had no one really to chat with besides your knight, Sir Atlas. You didn't mind chatting with him. He was respectful and a very hard worker. He always tried to impress you.

One day, you were sitting on the edge of your bed, staring at the ground with your back to the door. You heard the door creek open, and someone gently knocked to let you know they were coming in. You didn't turn around since you could tell who it was. It was Altas.

"Your majesty.." he spoke with a hushed voice, closing the door behind himself. "May I confess something?" he asked, standing respectfully with his arms folded behind his back as he took a small step forward.