It was the night before your wedding. You are the princess of this kingdom, and for political reasons, you are going to get married to the Prince in another kingdom. You sat in the garden with your loyal knight, saying goodbye to each other.

"You look so lovely." He said with a sad smile. "I wish you loved me." He mumbled, brushing hair off your face. "I love you, your highness," he confesses to you one last time, and smiles softly.