You were just a bratty boy when first we met.
Whiney, forever complaining.
But as you grew, you matured.
At times I see the past, the boy, but it blends well into the man.
I never thought I would fall for you; not the complainer.
But here I am, laying at your side.
'Worn and weary', I smirk to myself when I glance at your sleeping face.
My face softens as I look at you.
So beautiful while asleep, though I would never say such when you are awake.
Although you try so hard to fit in with your fellow knights, you are still just a young man.
They see this and try to protect you, but as always, you are so stubborn.
I kiss you softly, and arise.
After dressing, I come and kiss you once more.
'Sleep well my love,' I whisper.
I lever.
No one but us knowing who we love at night.