Meta Knight's POV
I took it upon myself to watch over Miss Meira. After her encounter with Marx, she was badly shaken up. She was paranoid about Marx coming back for her, like a wild beast returning to claim his prey. There was no denying the fear in her eyes upon her return. She was terrified, having come so close to death. Nobody else besides Kirby and I understood her fear-the King worried that she was getting blood on the floor and the snail didn't think red was her color. Due to her wounds she couldn't lay down on her back. Instead she had to sleep on her side, her back was so tender. I debated on whether I should ask her if she was okay. Obviously, she was not. If it was one thing I learned about chivalry, you should never ask a question you already know the answer to.
Instead of keeping her up with speaking, I stroked her hair to soothe her. Her eyes closed and she sighed. Meira said she was afraid of going to sleep in Dreamland after what had happened the day before, and she hadn't slept until now. She appreciated my company a lot, since Kirby was the only other to understand her plight. Fatigue had finally made her give in to rest her worried mind. Her face seemed serene, her eyebrows relaxed. It was then I noticed her eyelashes-they were much more beautiful then I first though-they made her look much older than she actually was.
Once she was asleep, she seemed at peace, when in reality her dreams lead he through a new kind of Hell. According to her, she never often had nightmares or had been told she was making a scene. Now she has a lot more trouble sleeping than what she's used to, the rare unconscious crying becoming gradually more common. Normally some Waddle Dees comfort her once she's asleep, with the exception of His Majesty occasionally checking on her. After a week they stopped checking and left her alone. I had a feeling they stopped too soon, and that somebody needed to protect her at night. Seeing as I wasn't preoccupied with other affairs, I happily kept her company.
For the past few weeks Marx had not come after her like she thought he would. She was still a bit paranoid about her attack, and she's had nightmares about dying in the past. I told her as long as I'm around nobody will hurt her. She soon became very comfortable with me by her side-she can't keep a look-out for Marx while she's asleep.
Everything went well for two months, until one evening when His Majesty summoned me down to talk. I knew what it was about-I was getting too acquainted with Meira. He was jealous and wanted to pull me away from her,even if it means putting her in danger-how foolish. I couldn't deny his command-I had to reluctantly leave Meira by herself. I removed my mask for a moment and kissed her on the cheek, promising I won't be gone long. I knew I would regret this, but I had to obey orders.