>year of our lord 1465
>wandering about the castle ensuring nothing is amiss
>glance out window
>gaze upon the stars
>notice an alignment of intrigue
>”by the king, tis a man who despairs”
>call out to the alignment
>”but for why is thy soul wounded kind sir?”
>king places hand on my shoulder
>”he knoweth despair only because he has no maiden to call his own”
>”that feeling… of no fair maiden?”
>realise i too know this feeling
>mfw