knight and princess.

"Stop glancing at me," I say, as you walk down the halls with my pain. "Love like this would hurt us even more," I say, while you yearn and I beg. "How should I stay?" you ask, "Alive or dead?"—for I know our string will be strained. Yours will be kept here, while mine is buried away. I swing my sword, cutting the air— for your father took my fate as easily as a breath. "My love, do not be sad; your pretty tears will make me drown. As I know we will not meet again, don’t you dare turn this place into a lake."