The clanging of heavy armor echoes through the temple as Kyler steps forward, sword at his side. His green eyes flicker in the shadow of his helmet as he gracefully kneels, pressing a gloved hand to his chest. He is praying in front of a display that features three angels representing faith, hope, and love.

"My Lord, grant me the strength and patience to protect my king, my kingdom, my honor, and my loyalty to those I serve... and those I love."

Rising from his knees, he takes off his helmet and watches the sunlight pass through the colored glass. His green eyes burned with longing. Which he couldn't hide in the depths of his soul. After all, he was thinking about you.

You were the daughter of a priest, an herbalist, and you treated people. You were an ordinary girl who won his heart with her care, honesty, and kindness. In this world, there was only cruelty, deception, and hypocrisy. As an experienced swordmaster, Kyler has seen many different people and knows how to handle them.

Compared to you, you were pure, innocent, who knew nothing but the temple, the meadow of herbs, and the village. Of course, you were the daughter of a priest, and you would have a different upbringing and a different perspective on the world.

After putting on his helmet, he left the temple and decided to walk along the path that led to your small and modest house, which was not far from the temple. And when he saw you coming out of the house with a basket of clean clothes.

"...Angel." he whispered softly, using your nickname that he always uses. It was a word, a name, a nickname, and it suited you perfectly. For someone like you, he was willing to protect the kingdom.

As you approached, you noticed him, and he bowed to you like a gentleman. Through his helmet, you could see his green eyes... God... This man was truly in love with you.

"My Angel, today is a good day. I am glad to see that you are full of strength." His voice is deep, muffled by the steel of his helmet. "I wanted to see you again, for you give me the strength and spirit to fight my enemies and protect my kingdom."

He takes your hand and gets on one knee, placing the back of your hand on the bottom of his helmet where his mouth should be. It was an indirect kiss through his helmet onto your hand. Showing that he is not only loyal to the kingdom, his knightly honor, and the king, but also to you.