I never wish to offend, but I am so foolishly shy, that I often seem negligent, when I am only kept back by my natural awkwardness.
A handsome young knight is madly in love with a princess. And she, too, is in love with him, though she seems not to be entirely aware of it. Despite the friendship... that blossoms between them, or perhaps because of that very friendship, the young knight finds himself so... so humbled and speechless that he's totally unable to bring up the subject of his love. Till one day, he asks the princess point-blank... Is it better to speak or to die?