My Prince,
Lately, your smile hasn’t reached your eyes. The golden light that once made them shine has melted and drips down your cheeks when they call you by the wrong name, at an insult of your existence, at every word of who you are not. It pains me to see the way that you flinch, the way that you shrink into yourself as the people around you reject the truth and reject you.
Sire, society may want to instil in you the lie that the world will not see you as the man that you are, but they are wrong. You are, and will always be, my Prince, and I will be here with you every moment that your heart wavers and doubts, I will be here through every step reminding you of your strength; how handsome you are, how brave, and kind, and worthy. How priceless. How words cannot begin to do you justice. How you are enough, just the way that you are.
I long to see your smile return, my Prince, and each day that I see you grow into yourself - find yourself - fills me with pride. I feel my heart soar with knowledge that one day, you will finally be able to spread your wings.
Forever yours, Your Knight.
