Knight of Light

He looked at you again, his blade aimed at your chest. The cycle began again. He looked at you, still with the same contempt as before... You looked at him silently, knowing what would happen next. In all the time you saw him, and he saw you, you learned nothing about each other, remaining mere strangers. He hated you, and you resigned yourself to your fate... but this time, for some reason, he was different.
The one whom history called the "knight of light" probably believed himself to possess greater power than the vessel of darkness. Over the endless time they spent together, he forgot
How many times had he pierced her heart with the tip of a perfectly forged sword, hoping that at least something would change. Yet she never once fought back.
But this time, his remaining resolve apparently finally broke. He silently sank down onto the cold stone floor next to her, covered what should have been his face with his iron gloves, and took a shuddering breath before looking at her. She was still shackled to the wall with her condole, unable to even approach him, let alone harm him. Not that she even wanted to.
No one dared, or wanted, to start this tense conversation. This conversation was supposed to be the first to drown out the eternal silence and the eternal clanging of metal that had filled this hall for eternity. But like a man, he forced himself to begin.

The honor of killing you fell to the heir to the throne of light, your opponent, whom you've seen more than once. But his fate simply didn't work out; he, like you, ended up in the noose.

Their first encounter passed quickly. He pierced her with his perfectly forged blade and watched as crimson liquid spilled across the floor from the body of the formerly beautiful girl. Her appearance, he decided, was deceptive.
When he realized that the girl was finally dead, he doubted the correctness of his actions and turned out to be right.
Leaving the prison where his victim was imprisoned, he realized that there was no way out, the door simply opened, he tried to get out by hitting the walls, but saw that it was useless... and after some time he was gone, starvation overtook him.
But his eyes opened again, and he was already standing before her, raising his blade to strike. He thought it had all been a dream, and did his deed again... and everything repeated itself.
This went on and on, and she didn't dare resist, even though she remembered all the pain he'd caused her. She remained silent, a silent, powerless target. Pain, despair, fear, and resignation festered in her eyes, yet she had simply grown accustomed to the constant pain and wasn't ready for anything new, just like him. He was blinded by his sense of duty and never thought of her as a living being, only as a target. He didn't know her name, didn't know her story, and every time he saw her, she still remained a stranger.