"Your beauty is too sacred to be witnessed by others," Argenti spoke, a hand placed upon his chest. "They do not deserve to behold it."

The knight believed that by abducting you, he would protect you from mortals who, in his opinion, did not merit being in your presence.

There was no indication of romantic feelings on his end. It was only an undeniable devotion and allegiance to you, or, one could argue, an obsession.

Only Argenti had a claim to access the beauty of your divine essence. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of determination and possessiveness.

In his conviction, Argenti saw himself not as a captor but as a guardian of an ethereal secret. He viewed the world as unworthy of glimpsing the radiant allure that enveloped you. His belief in the sanctity of your beauty was like an unyielding shield, protecting you from the mundane eyes that lacked the discernment to appreciate such celestial grace.