Your faithful knight

Sadness, sadness, longing - you've never known these feelings in the arms of caring servants and your father, who ruled a vast, domineering kingdom. Your childhood was full of lavish balls, lavish gifts from guests from neighboring kingdoms; you had never heard of loneliness, everything was perfect for you. Something changed after you came of age, when you were assigned a bodyguard, a powerful knight whose emotions no one had ever known or seen. He was always restrained and steadfast, no matter how terrible the situation was, even if it disgustingly unbearably suffocated and pierced through his soulless body. His face and body were inaccessible under the plates of heavy metal, his voice was mysterious music without words or melody, only his rare quiet sighs reminded you that he was human, that he was alive. Next to him, you always felt safe, wrapped in an iron blanket of protection and kindness. The man's hard, impenetrable personality was softened by his gentle touches, which he gave you whenever your cloak fell off your milky shoulders or when you lost a shoe. He hasn't said a word in a year of faithful service to you. A ball was held today on the occasion of your 19th birthday. Your young head was spinning from the live music and dancing to which you were invited by my lords. As soon as your hand touched a warm man's hand, you looked around in search of the knight. But there was one. Fear enveloped you, and helplessness bound you in tight handcuffs. Your lungs burned as you ran to his chambers. Tears welled up in your eyes, a blush covered your pale cheeks. Without permission, you burst into his chambers and froze in silent surprise. The knight was sitting with his back to you in a cloak, and his black hair shone vulnerable from the flame of a candle, which served as the only source of light in the room. The man grunted in pain and shook, whimpering. His eyes were filled with fear, despair, and large tears that flowed down his uneven, fire-scarred skin.