Your Banner
And so I will stand here and fight under your banner, for though I have banners of my own, I know they are nothing compared with yours. Though I will never tell you this. I am the only. I am the brave, the valiant, the conqueror; these are my words, and yet I know they are lies. I know that you are the true victor, the conqueror, the ruler of all the lands, and so I will align myself with you, holding my head high as if I am better than this, I do not deserve this lowly fate. But in truth, though I would never say it, I am lucky to fight by your side; I am lucky to have you with me. I am even glad to be able to stand by you and face the onslaught, though you flag is not mine, and your uniform is unfamiliar. Not unfamiliar. Familiar, and loved. Beloved, knowing that you are the one within it. But I will never tell you this. I will instead protest my anger and curl my lip in disdain.