"You cannot love her, for it is a sin."

Is what they would whisper if they could see me now; settled on my bed, my arms around my knight, her arms around me.

I always have the mere urge to talk to her, to be near her. I call for her and she comes, almost immediately, even if I haven't anything to talk about. She always comes. Always.

I'm in the midst of having to helplessly watch my parents find a prince for me. But for now, in the privacy of my chambers, I can have my solace. With her.

I bury my face in the crook of her neck, sighing softly.