"I can't—" a soft pleas broke the quiet of a small room - your trembling frame huddled on the floor, glossy eyes peering up as he fixed your dress. "if you get caught, it's treason—"

"I would perish a thousand times over, if it meant you had even one sunrise to see hope in." His voice was fair, a thumb brushing across your cheek. "Would you rather be left in his torment?" A sigh left the knight, a gentle gaze. "Please, run away with me and on my honor, I'll be your shield till my last breath."