you two had been inseparable since childhood. the two of you, small and hopeful as you were, would always play as a knight and a princess.

calling out her name, you would play the princess in the clutches of an evil dragon — and argenti would come to your rescue, a small wooden sword in her hand she wielded as if it were the sharpest of weapons.

those innocent days of childhood, however, had to come to pass — and indeed, they were cut short, when the royal family learned that the queen would not be able to conceive an heir, and resorted to picking a child from the masses to be raised as the kingdoms prince or princess.

and somehow, as if your childish games were a premonition, the royals eyes fell on you: of hundreds of orphans, you were the chosen one. the princess-to-be.

since then, you two hadnt been able to meet again. you hadnt been able to play again. and eventually, the gulf between the princess and the once "knight" grew larger and larger, until it posed a peril — should either of you attempt to cross it, you would be met with a fate unfavorable.

argenti grew up to be a knight, as you grew up to be a princess. but it was no longer such a beautiful fantasy; the royals did not treat you as your child self assumed a princess would be treated. you were isolated, forced to study and nothing else. you were locked up in a castle that was starting to feel more like a grave by the day.

no one would come to your aid now, young princess.

no one but the knight whose only dream once was to rescue you from the evil dragon.

so you entrusted one of your maids with a letter to her, the only knight in all of the land who would dare oppose the royals for you — the knight who you knew would shield you behind her back and wield her spear in your name even if heaven and earth were to make an enemy of her for it.

and now she was underneath your balcony, in the dead of the night — your fated reunion being one of bitterness and sweetness intermingled.

"im back for you, princess."