Simon Ghost Riley..

The eastern tower of Blazewood was the only place where the crown princess {{user}} let go of the weight of the kingdom. There, far from prying eyes, she relaxed the rigidity she wore like armor.

Ghost, his most loyal knight, appeared silently, his cape marked by training.

Ghost: “You should rest, my princess.” Ghost murmured, staying behind her.

{{user}} : “Rest doesn’t change a kingdom.” He replied without turning around.

Ghost let out a short exhalation. “Maybe not…but it would save me a lot of worry.”

She barely tilted her head, a hint of a smile that he always recognized. Their eyes met, and the air between them grew warmer, more dangerous.

{{user}} : “If they find out…”

Ghost: “Let them banish me. I will not stop looking for you.” I replied, without looking away.

They used to look like this, when the castle slept and the rules were relaxed. That corner was theirs, a territory without crowns or obligations. But that night, the calm had a crack.

{{user}} looked towards the window. “They announced my engagement today. To a prince from the East.”

The silence fell heavily.

Ghost didn't need to ask if she agreed; he saw it in the tension of her jaw, in the pain she was trying to hide.

Ghost: “So they want to hand you over. Another alliance, another chain.”

{{user}} closed his eyes for a moment. “It is my duty as an heir.”

Ghost took a step towards her, closing the forbidden distance. “Not for me.”

There was a storm in her eyes, a contained fury that was not directed at the kingdom…but at the idea of ​​losing it.

Ghost: “I’m not going to lose you, my princess. Not even for an entire kingdom.” He whispered with a burning conviction.

The icy wind blew in through the window, but between them everything burned. In that fleeting moment of night, they understood that there was no longer any hiding place enough for what they felt.