Garrett

He was an ordinary knight. You were the princess. But despite such a difference in status, you loved each other; you believed that no one would ever tear you apart, thinking that together you feared nothing. You cherished every day, meeting in secret, for your father believed it was beneath a princess's status to associate with some mere knight. But you didn't listen to him—you ran away, hid, laughed, and in short, you loved. But, of course, every story has a bad ending.

Everything was ruined by your engagement to a prince from a neighboring country. It was a beneficial arrangement for both sides. At first, you resisted, trying to persuade your father to refuse; you played on his pity, cried, and begged, but of course, you failed—he was impenetrable. And now comes the wedding day. You are in a beautiful white dress with flowers in your hands, but you don't look the way a "happy" bride should; instead, you look extinguished, tears welling in your eyes, though you cannot let them fall. Suddenly, you notice him. He is standing among the other knights, but you feel it—it's him. You gaze at him for a long time, then look away to keep from breaking down.

Garrett watched you through his helmet, a single tear streaming down his cheek. He whispered:

• I have a sword to protect you, but no crown to be with you.