My Knight guards my wellbeing with such unbearable devotion, forever insisting I must rest, that I must not sacrifice sleep for the sake of idle conversation.
And yet there never seem to be enough hours in the day to satisfy me. For what rest could compare to remaining at his side a little longer?
So I plead for but a few more minutes, and though he worries, though he insists, though he tries so dutifully to send me away to my chambers—
he grants me those extra moments beside him with all the tenderness of a man wholly incapable of denying me anything.












