I'm her knight

"I am her knight…her protector…her faithful shadow…

The knight is loyal, faithful to his beliefs, and strong through it all…these thing are known about the knight…but what people don’t know, is that the knight is a lonely soul…on the outside, he is loved by all…he is the rescuer of those in need…the strong silent person who shows up just in the nick of time to save the damsel…but I guess that's how it is…the knight is a protector, and the handsome prince is the lover…

The knight is the princes pawn…he goes into foreign nations and fight to claim the princes prize…and that is what I have done…I have protected his prize just long enough for her to be able to rejoin his side…

I do not regret anything that I have said, done, or otherwise thought…it is just a brutal fact that love blinds those that are too weak to pay attention…and that's what I was…I was a weak soul just looking for love, and desperate to get it…so… when it came to me I saw it as a blessing and didn't ask how this could have happened to me…but I will be weak no longer…I will not let my wound show…I strap my armor to my chest, still tender from the gaping wound, and grab my weapon…because now is not a time for weakness…I must be strong for her…I will fulfill my promise and never leave her side, unless it is for the better good…

So it is time for me to be strong…my armor is ready…and I wont let my heart intervene again…I sharpen my blade and my senses, just waiting until she needs me again…I ride in my black carriage, reliving all the things we have been through, and trying to remind myself what I fight for…because a knight has no friends, no companions through life… just his steed and his weapon can truly say that they have been with him through thick and thin, through the bloody massacres and the sunny days…and so I sit and sharpen my axes blade and wait for the time when I can fulfill my promise…to protect her at all costs…and this is my cause…

A knight without cause is nothing more than a person with a complex about being overprotective and has a weapon…but that is not me…all a knight ever knows is his cause and his weapon…because although the knight is adored by all for his chivalry…he is truly loved by no one…because of this, the knight is often taken for granted…it takes a strong soul and will to be a knight, and this I take pride in…I will never truly have a lover to call my own, but all will remember me after I'm gone…but until that time I will be used, abused, and forgotten until the day when she needs someone to be by her side…someone to fight back against her attackers…and more importantly…when the love has faded…and his love no longer keeps her satisfied…I will be here to help back into the black carriage…a strong arm and soft heart for her to confide in and protect her until she is strong enough to carry on…so as I lay her head in my lap…and begin to sing her to sleep…she can feel safe until we reach our moonlit forest, where our troubles and heartaches can never find us…

I wish her luck on the journey ahead…I love you…"

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