The sun never really mattered to you. Not its light, not its promises, not the men who knelt before it as if it were the answer to everything. Solaire was exactly that: a knight overflowing with hope, optimism, and that ridiculous smile that always made you roll your eyes.

“You are my sun,” he would say, and you only wished he would stop following you around like a loyal dog. You saw him as an idiot, a dreamer in armor who spoke of impossible glories in a world that offered nothing but ashes and pain.

But the world is cruel, and you discovered that too late. The enemy’s blade was about to cut you in two, and for a moment you accepted the darkness rushing toward you. Then came the sound of metal striking metal, and a body placing itself between you and death changed everything.

Solaire.

Blood seeped beneath his armor, his breathing was ragged, and yet he smiled. He smiled as if it didn’t hurt, as if saving you had been his only destiny.

“You still shine… it’s you… you are my sun,” he murmured, before falling to his knees.