[sir-fagdalene]

my sacred vows

I swear to my prince

I will guard my prince with my life

My blade will know no mercy for those who slight him

I will stand firm against temptations outside of my prince

I will speak only when my prince calls me to

I will seek the light in the morning star, and in myself

I will serve with dedication and without personal glory

I will bear the weight of love without faltering

I will lay down my sword only when our together life is done

I will follow my prince through every lifetime

[sir-fagdalene]

To you, my dearest prince, our fate is tied together through our hands. Gentle touches as we pass by, my hand on the small of your back as I stand by your side, tangled hands in the late night. But to me, my brightest sin, my beautiful sun, our fate is tied around my throat as you pull me to your feet so I can kneel and worship at your altar.

[sir-fagdalene]

My prince, I am yours. Not by command, not by oath - by choice, by breath, by love.

[sir-fagdalene]

I would spend a lifetime at your side and never touch you, if it meant I could stay near your warmth.

[sir-fagdalene]

Sometimes, I whisper your name when I’m alone, just to know how it feels in my mouth without duty attached.

[sir-fagdalene]

If you ever asked me to run away with you, I would not hesitate. I would leave my sword behind and follow you barefoot.

[sir-fagdalene]

When you smile at me, the whole world disappears. There is only you, and my helpless, hopeless love.

[sir-fagdalene]

I dream of kissing you only once - so gently that it would feel like a vow.

[sir-fagdalene]

You pressed a flower into my hand this morning. It is hidden beneath my armor now, close to my skin, where no one else may see

[sir-fagdalene]

I would trade every medal, every victory, for the chance to brush your hair from your face just once.

[sir-fagdalene]

You looked at me like I was more than just a knight. I am trying not to hope, but my heart is louder than reason.

[sir-fagdalene]

When you touched my shoulder today, I felt it echo through every part of me. I will carry that moment until my dying breath.

[sir-fagdalene]

If you ever grow tired, I will carry you - not just in my arms, but in my heart, where you have always lived.

[sir-fagdalene]

I do not need to be your favorite. Let me be your steady. Let me be your always.

[sir-fagdalene]

When you sleep, I keep watch - not out of duty, but out of love. You deserve dreams without shadows.

[sir-fagdalene]

On quiet days, I walk the halls you once passed through, just to feel close to where you have been.

[sir-fagdalene]

I do not mind when you forget my name - so long as I remember yours.