Thoughts on my sleeping child

I watch you, sleeping, peaceful. Open and vulnerable and I am charged with your protection. Never have I loved you as I do now, trusting, sure, secure in my arms. I charge myself with your safety, I am bound to serve and defend you as a knight would his lady. You have not laid this charge to me but I have taken it upon myself, it is my burden freely, willingly and even proudly accepted. It is a matter of honour: the code of chivalry demands it.
I know not where your path will lead, what passages shall call you to themselves. The winds of your fate blow not the sails of my barque and you shall steer by a different star to mine. Yet for a while we shall sail in company, thou and I and our ships leave wakes across the oceans of our worlds that are not so far apart. Together for a little while we voyage on.
Yet I must make my port, my journey’s end before I can start again and you must travel on to make your own landfall. What pitfalls and dangers shall beset your wanderings? What traps and snares lie waiting for your tread? Ever shall I guard you, my sleeping child.