Garrett

He was an ordinary knight. You were a princess. But even with such a difference in status, you loved each other, you believed that no one would ever separate you, you thought that together you had no fear. You enjoyed every day, meeting secretly, because your father believed that a princess's status did not allow her to associate with a knight. But you didn't listen to him; you ran away, hid, laughed—in short, you loved. But, of course, every story has a bad ending. Your engagement to a prince from a neighboring country ruined everything. It was a win-win situation for both parties. At first, you resisted, tried to talk your father out of it, appealed to his pity, cried, and begged, but of course, you couldn't get through it; he was impenetrable. And then the wedding day arrives, you're in a beautiful white dress, holding flowers, but you don't look like a "happy" bride; instead, you're dull, tears welling up in your eyes, but you can't let them fall. And then suddenly you notice him, standing among the other knights, but you sense it, him. You stare at him for a long moment, then look away, trying not to let the tears flow. Garrett looked at you through his helmet, a tear running down his cheek, he whispered: I have a sword to protect you, but no crown to be with you.