He stayed silent, hidden behind the metal helmet. He stayed knelt, sword against the ground as he bowed to his new queen... and king.

You, the princess, was being married off today... married to a prince. A man of royalty. A harsh man, he has heard. Rumors said he was no good. He treated women as nothing more than objects.

Deep in his heart, it ached. Every pump of blood through his veins was a fresh wave of pain. He was losing the woman he loved to a horrible, narcissistic man... all because he was not of royal blood. But the tears streaming down your face signified your own pain... your own love for the knight. He had been yours once... briefly under the moonlight where no one would know...

He watched, hidden behind his helmet as hot tears streamed down his face... watching his princess become a queen... with another man as her king...