My princess speaks to me softly,
His voice brushing against me like a light breeze.
The sound sends chills down my spine,
Yet also lights a fire within me.
I turn to him and kneel,
Just like I always do.
'Yes, my darling princess,
What is it that you ask of your knight?'
He doesn't say a word;
Instead, he places a finger under my chin,
Lifting my head up lightly to look up at him;
To look into his gorgeous eyes.
I find myself lost within them;
Lost within his joy, lost within his pain.
To think of those that have harmed my princess,
It causes the fire within me to burn more brightly.
His voice brings me back to reality,
As I shift from his eyes to his smile.
As always, it shines brightly,
Causing the fire within me to simmer slowly.
I take his hand into mine,
Placing my lips against it softly.
I begin to smile as I taste his skin slightly,
His scent wafting over me.
The silence around us is broken by tiny giggles,
His smile growing wider as my heart beats faster