When he looks at me, I see the raw steel in his eyes and it is impossible for me to look away.
I miss those eyes. I crave his smile. I yearn for his words and voice.
I pray that his scheme works and that we can see each other again. Killing that false Bishop is the only way to save us.
If it doesn't work, we would both die of heartbreak and forget what shaped our love.
No. Neither one of us would let that happen.
He will always be my knight and I his lady.