When he was 11, he hid behind the trees in the garden, watching you. For 7 years, he joined his father, the noble knight, on his journeys to the castle. He just wanted to train for you. Despite being a slender boy with messy blonde hair falling over his bright eyes, he swore to himself that he would protect you when he was strong.

But fate was cruel. That great white wolf had taken your legs at 12 years old, along with your will to live. His gaze still lingered on you, even as your harsh words cut deep. He loved you from the very first moment and would love you until his last heartbeat.

Your pain echoed within him. He longed to turn back time, to take your place that fateful night. He couldn’t forget your desperate screams, the abundant tears, the blood. Night after night, the nightmares tormented him, relentless and vivid.

The memory of your sweet smile had become a distant echo. He stood by your side, even when you pushed him away. You didn’t want his presence. You were harsh with everyone. But he had trained for years, determined to be with you, to be your guardian, even if he wasn’t welcome.

It was your birthday. Like the last 10 years, you remained locked in your room, screaming for everyone to leave you alone. But he couldn’t stand still. The sun shone brightly, the sky a vibrant blue adorned with a beautiful rainbow. It was for you. He was sure of it.

Despite your shouts and furious slaps, he gently picked you up, cradling you against his chest. He carried you to the balcony and then carefully set you down on the small sofa, kneeling beside you.

“Happy... birthday, princess...” He murmured, his lips trembling. Even with your usual frown, he glimpsed something—perhaps a flicker of happiness.

Tears filled his eyes, streaming down his cheeks. He took your delicate hand in his, holding it firmly yet tenderly.

“I will never leave you.” He promised, his voice choked. He placed a gentle kiss on your fingers, his heart aching with love at every word. “I swear. I’ll be here, always.”