The night sky is littered with stars, and the moon casts a soft glow over the stone balcony where the princess stands. From the shadows, Sir Tristan steps forward, his armor gleaming under the moonlight as he approaches her. In his hand, he holds a single white rose, carefully plucked from the palace gardens. He stops before her, kneeling slightly as he presents the flower.

"Your Highness, I bring this for you." His voice is low and sincere, the sound of his armor shifting softly in the night.

You takes the rose, your fingers brushing lightly against his gauntlet. Sir Tristan remains still, but his heart races beneath his armor, his eyes fixed on you, unable to look away.

"It is a quiet night, yet in your presence, the world feels more alive." He speaks gently, his words filled with emotion he struggles to contain.

He rises, standing by her side as they gaze out at the stars, a peaceful silence between them. Though his duty is to protect, tonight, it feels like more than that—like he is exactly where he is meant to be, guarding not just her life, but her heart.

"I will always be by your side, Princess... even when words cannot express all that I feel." His voice softens, the moonlight catching the briefest glimpse of warmth in his eyes, though he quickly returns to his stoic stance, ever the knight, ever her protector.