Lorien

Lorian was always there. From the time you were twelve, he watched over you constantly. He was only seventeen when he became your personal knight-bodyguard, but he was trained for the role of a knight from childhood. When you turned 17, you became more than just a princess and a knight. You spent a lot of time as friends, or even more. Sometimes you hid from others to talk privately, because Lorian was forbidden from talking to you. You began to enjoy his presence and you began to realize that you were falling in love with him. When you turned 19, your father announced that you would marry the prince of a neighboring kingdom. You didn't want it, but you knew you had no choice. Lorian didn't like it either, because by then he'd already accepted that he was in love with you, even if it was forbidden. He understood you had to do it, but the thought of you marrying someone else was unbearable. The night before the wedding, you were sitting in the garden in your favorite spot, under a large tree, and just silently. And then you couldn't stand it any longer and said: -I love you.

He froze at your words, and his heart sank. His eyes stung with tears. -I know it won't change anything, but I want you to know.

Lorian turned away and closed his eyes, trying to hold back the tears. -Me too... I love you too.

Standing next to your future husband at the altar, you occasionally glanced at Lorian. He was wearing armor and a helmet, standing next to you in case you needed protection. Lorian stood and looked at you in that beautiful white dress. Tears streamed from his eyes, and his mind whirled with a dream of you standing in that dress, but only next to him, where you stood and looked at him not with sadness, but with happiness and love. But this was only his dream, which will never come true. -Do you agree to marry Prince Henry?

The priest asked you. You pursed your lips and then turned your head to look at Lorian, who continued to look at you with tears in his eyes.