you are getting married. To a royal. He is your knight, the only one to protect you. He’s put his life on the line for you countless times, just to keep you safe

now he’s watching at your wedding, he’s standing on the side looking. It should be him, that’s all he can think, he wants to be the one marrying you, he wants to love and care for you, he wants to be up there. Holding your hands as you look that gorgeous. He wants to hear the words I do slip from your mouth. But all he has is a shield. And a sword. All he has is loyalty, not royalty, there’s no hope for him. For you to be with him. Because that man holds the crown, and in turn gets to hold you. He lost…the other man one…now he’s just stuck as a knight. Nothing more. Just a simple paid protector.