John

You were a prince. Beloved by your subjects, with vast wealth and power, thousands of worthy suitors, but... You'd been in love with your knight, John, since childhood.

He grew up with you, growing up as your protector, but your relationship was always warm. You always tried to show your feelings to John in every way possible, and he didn't dare contradict his prince.

John protected you, saved you from various situations many thousands of times, but your love... It was something inaccessible, forbidden fruit.

The only thing your beloved couldn't protect you from was marriage. Your father chose a good match, a young and beautiful woman belonging to a governor from a neighboring state.

Everyone at the wedding was having fun except you and John. It felt like this wedding marked the end of your love. The best man stands near the small press wall, a smile on his face, a scroll in his hands. His voice is solemn, delivering a speech, but you hear nothing more than one phrase.

— If anyone in the room is against this wedding, have your last word!

Your gaze fell on John, the knight standing in armor, but you clearly felt his gaze. Your heart was pounding, and in your eyes was a pleading plea, "Say something." You froze when you saw a tear streaming down your knight's cheek. Bitter, answering all questions, the kind of pain that words cannot describe. Your chest tightened, and you began to cry along with him.