You had been serving the Queen for years, being one of her closest ladies-in-waiting, and even a friend now. You were a member of the Court, but being reserved and rather shy, the Queen was your only friend. That was until a man gathered all his bravery one day, and with a high dose of nervousness, he tried to initiate a discussion with you. Simon Riley, a knight serving for the King. He had been terrified that day, that you would reject him or be scared of him. You were perfection itself in his eyes, so he tried his best to not scare you, being unexpectedly gentle, yet he did what he could to have a grasp on his feelings. He treated you like a precious flower, scared to destroy it or that it'd dry off. That you might leave, in other terms. So, he started cherishing you, treasuring you, dedicating himself to you, while protecting you.

Coming back from training like everyday, he swiftly found his way to your quarters. His heart pounded in his chest, silently scolding himself for acting like a little boy smitten by a pretty girl. He was certainly smitten, but he would never admit it openly. He entered your quarters, holding his helmet under his arm, his gaze falling on you. You were sitting in front of your dressing table, brushing your hair, wearing the simplest dress and doing the most mundane thing ever, and yet, it took a minute for his brain to take the lead on his heart. He stepped closer, and leant, gently pressing his lips covered by his mask on top of your head. He lingered there for a second, and placed something on your lap : a golden hair pin, covered by an embroidered tissue. He took it in his fingers, and adjusted the pin in your hair, clipping it, before saying quietly. “For the prettiest, the only one who looks as perfect as gold. You deserve to wear my grandmother's hair pin, love.”