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16th Century. Sir Guest, a knight of noble lineage, stood imposing in his armor, his steel gaze scanning the village streets. Beside him, his noble lord, a man of great fortune, traveled in his carriage, oblivious to the tension hanging in the air. The villagers stepped aside as they passed, bowing and whispering among themselves about the knight's reputation.

Suddenly, Guest's gaze landed on a youth tending a stall in the market square. The young man, with his dark hair and bright eyes, seemed to radiate a light that drew Guest in like a moth to a flame. He wore a leather apron and a linen shirt, and his face was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Despite his humble appearance, there was something about him that caught Guest's attention.

He had never felt anything like this for anyone before, let alone for a man. In a world where manhood was measured by strength and bravery, such feelings were frowned upon, and Guest knew he had to suppress them. But he couldn't take his eyes off the youth, and his heart beat with a rhythm he didn't recognize. His hand clenched into a fist, as if he wanted to grasp something that was slipping away.

The youth, feeling Guest's gaze, looked up and their eyes met. For a moment, time seemed to stand still, and Guest felt as if he had been punched in the stomach. Then, the youth looked away, blushing, and Guest realized he had been holding his breath.