The Fool, The Knight.
I’d still die for her if she asked me to. And have my bones dance for her crooked smile..
Those glistering-soft lips say their angelic words, still.
Yet I’m only obedient to the orders of nothing but those stormy eyes; In need of them to wreck havoc and awaken the dead shores within once more.
So the princess’ fool of a knight, indeed I’d be. Just ask it of me.