He loved his lady queen in ways he could never admit. The only thing that made it bearable was the knowledge that she, in return, loved him.
But she was Queen, their love forbidden, and she was about to make him one of her knights, an honour only bestowed on the bravest of souls.
He tore his gaze from her tender smile, from that beautiful face surrounded by its tumble of red hair. He lowered himself to his knees on the cushion at her feet, hands clasped in obeisance as he received the lady’s accolade, and joy filled his heart.