Author's Note: Another story. :D. This time, the setting of this story is the Medieval Age of England. Due to the fact that I wanted to write about knights and their code of chivalry. Enjoy! (FYI: I made up the poem myself, :D)

My Knight,

The strong, bold and courageous hero in stainless armor.

My Knight,

The one that stands tall even in the bitter weather.

My Knight,

The one that will shield me from the evils of this treacherous world.

My Knight,

The one that will rescue me

My Knight, my Knight, my Knight.

Where are you?

"Lady Blythe," pursed Bertha in her heavy British accent. Her white apron was ruffled slightly at the hem and the aging maid reached her frail hands to smooth down the wrinkles. "You mustn't act this way."

"Don't use such reference for me Bertha. I can never be a lady," I stated with a sigh as I took off the headpiece with exasperation. Bertha was trying to find something suitable for me to wear for the important celebration that was being hosted tonight. However, everything was too new, too early, and too sudden for me to accept it. My feet found their way to the glass case at the corner of the immense room. I gingerly trailed my fingertips over the covering, my eyes gazing at the silvery weapon encased inside. "I'm a knight."

"Your highness-

I heard her sigh quietly, fiddle with her fingers, then walk to me. "Even if you alter the way others address you, it can not erase the fact. You are the daughter of the King of Aquitaine, you have royal blood flowing through your veins."

"I was informed that I was the long lost daughter of the King and that he wanted me to take my position in the Palace, though I was bewildered, I accepted it because that is a Knight's code of chivalry. We are to serve and respect our king till death. So I do believe that I am more aware of that aspect than anyone else, Bertha!" I exclaimed, slumping onto the ground from such confession.

"It was my fault your highness. I should know my position better than say such atrocious statements to you," she apologized. Her sincerity made me want to cry...but a Knight could never cry. There can only be blood shed from us, not tears.

"Oh Bertha. I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to throw such a tantrum." I bowed my head low. "It is just that I'm not fit for this life. This, all of this."

I gestured to the assortment of clothing hanging by the oversized, wooden, walk-in closet that was open. The bright colors were blinding. "I'm not use to having hundreds of dresses to choose from; I'm not used to having four sets of eating utensils; I'm not used to having five meals a day. As a Knight, we only wore armor and we ate only to keep our strength, there was nothing more to it. I'm not meant for royalty Bertha."

"Oh, my Lady," Bertha murmured pulling me into an embrace. I felt a sense of comfort as she smoothed down my deep auburn red colored curls.

"I know it is selfish to wish for everything to return back to normal, for this never to have happened. But I know this is what I truly desire," I replied softly. Bertha stiffened suddenly, as if she came across a realization.

"Are you still thinking about him?" she inquired with a heavy voice. I blinked, images of Clovis floated through my mind. I pulled away slowly and turned away from my maid to stare out the open window. "He betrayed you Lady Blythe. He was a traitor to you and to his nation. Please forget about such a man, your Highness. I beseech you."

My fingernails dug into the wood of the windowsills. Clovis of Arden was a High Knight for the King. He was a few years older than me and I was an underling. But ever since the first day I was admitted as a Knight, I respected him and regarded him highly. I had so much trust and faith in Clovis...news of his betrayal to Aquitaine had left such strong imprint on me that I would never be able to erase him from my memory. It was just impossible. How could I erase him when I believe that I did love him? And maybe to this day, I still do.

But as a Knight, betraying one's kingdom was a low act- his name would be forever tarnished. I hated him for doing such a thing to us, to me.

"I don't want to talk about him, Bertha," I replied softly. I was afraid that I would break down if anymore memories thought to return to my mine. "He has left for over half a year. There is no point in discussing this matter any further."

"Your highness," greeted a different voice. I swirled around, my curls knocking into each other. A young maid, no more than fourteen years, kneeled at my doorway.

"Rise. Rise." It was bizarre to see others greet me in such a way, I've spent my entire life doing such a gesture.

"Morning tea has been prepared, your highness," she announced bowing as she stood up.

"Thank you." I started to head for the stairs but was stopped by Bertha.

"In such attire my Lady?" she questioned with a smile. I looked down, realizing I was still in my silk gown, I hurried to change. "Lady Blythe will be down shortly. Send our apologies to Your Majesty."

:GummiBears

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Posted: June 5, 2008