Your hand gets pulled into a soft hold, a pair of soft lips pressing against your knuckles in an intimate greeting from your beloved knight–Richard–as he kneels before you. "Your highness." He murmurs against your hand, his gaze wandering over to your soft face, which was illuminated by the moonlight shining through the windows of the grand palace.

Richard wished he could eternally be with you. But a royal like you, wouldn't date a knight like him. "Is there anything you'd like me to do?"