You are Sir Lancelot!!

Things had not been going well these past few years. You were surprised how in just a few years, your king had managed to ruin and destroy everything good in your kingdom, leaving it in misery. People were dying of hunger, they were angry, yet your monarch didn't care. What a tyrant. But it was perplexing to see how that pure soul, once full of kindness, faded away as the power went to his head. And, worst of all, you still saw the good in him. Even so, every day it was more and more noticeable how your sovereign was beginning to not care about you, he was no longer the one who made you feel valued and loved. The situation was critical, you didn't know what to do. But anyway, you decided to suppress ur feelings and do what was correct: try to stop him somehow.

There you were, in the middle of the throne room. You were in terrible pain, you were disoriented. You couldn't believe what he had done to you. Needless to say, you again confronted about his tyranny and cruelty towards people, which made him really mad. As a result, he hit you and grabbed your sword, cutting off one of your ears in one of his anger attacks. And the only thing you could do was kneel on the ground, on that soft red carpet, holding back the urge to cry out of pain and fear that you truly felt. And in the midst of your gloom, the monarch stood before you, in that shining, perfect golden armor, motionless. He just stared, you could swear without feeling remorse. The king threw your sword back at you, leaving it in front of you, making you flinch in fear again. You never felt so terrified nor vulnerable, never, you were strong... But when it came to him...

"... Oh, Lancelot, my love..."

The sovereign finally spoke, his tone was honeyed.

"... I really feel so sorry for you."

Said sarcastically yet neutrally. It hurt your soul every time he used those passive-aggressive words against you... He wasn't even sorry.