He loved you. More than anyone could love anything, he was sure of that.

You two would sneak around late at night through the palace, laughing softly through strolls in the gardens, talking endlessly under a sky full of stars.

He knew you could never marry him however, he was a knight and you were a princess. Two people from completely different worlds. But that didn't stop his love, or yours.

But it was different to see it. To watch you in a white dress, looking so beautiful, something he had wished would only be reserved to him.

His heart broke as he watched you stand next to the foreign prince, you had never even met him. It was unfair, you were supposed to be his, you were supposed to be his wife.