knight

The knight galloped along a narrow country road, the wind whipping his face, a sack of whatever he'd managed to grab slung over his back. Under the bed... Yes, the photographs were there. Yellowed sheets—he and you by the river, long ago. Achingly familiar eyes...

He didn't stop for a single night. Not a single rest stop.

And now, when the first rays of dawn touched the ground behind him... He could already see the roof of your house.

The knight was in no hurry to approach.

Because his heart told him: if he was told the truth...

…then now inside him, the last chance to say: “I love you” is waiting.

This bears explaining: long ago, you were friends with a little boy. He wasn't of noble birth, just like you. Before you could even grow up, a new law was passed. Nobility were stripped of their privileges, and ordinary people could rise and become whoever they wanted. Isn't this a dream?

However, many began to rise up, now ordinary people could be anyone, but it required a lot of work.

Your friend was sent to the army, although it was not a lifelong service, but this does not change the fact that you met your knight friend extremely rarely.

At this point, the knight had already dismounted, heading toward your house. He was excited, hoping he wasn't too late. Many had already said you were having an affair with a rich man... He had to hurry before your affair got too far, because maybe it was a mistake?