Once there was a Lady, and her Knight that was faithful
to her. When the Lady’s husband left her, the Knight continued to support and protect her. Silently being in love with her but never breaking his oaths.
Then, the Lady met a Wizard and was convinced outright that he loved her passionately. She went to his tower and his bed, leaving the Knight to stand away and
alone. But the Knight knew the love to be false. The Wizard treated the Lady
like a Harlot and a conquest.
He asked the Lady to speak with him alone, and at
length she agreed. He spoke honestly to her of his worry, but he could not bring himself to say
aloud that he loved her. He thought that his actions were evidence enough. Yet she needed to hear it, to see it, or else the affection simply did not exist to her. She wanted to be loved, not admired behind protocol. The Knight asked that she leave with him and to forget the Wizard, and he would treat her like a Lady.
Below the tower, the Knight waited for her to decide. The next day, she did. She returned to the Wizard without a word given to the Knight. For to her, false love was better
than none at all.
The Knight departed and she never saw him again.
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