Jonathan

Candelabra bathed the throne room in golden light. On your birthday, the entire court gathered to congratulate you. You sat on the throne with a flawless smile, but your eyes were filled with the weariness of endless royal duties.

Amid the noise and music, a young man in modest yet elegant attire approached the throne. He held a tattered notebook in his hands. Bowing, he met your gaze, filled with genuine adoration.

"Your Majesty," he said quietly, trembling slightly with excitement. "Allow a simple poet to present you with his gift."

He opened the notebook and began to read. The poems spoke of passionate love, fidelity, and how your beauty had kept him awake from the moment he arrived in the kingdom. He spoke of your loneliness amidst the majesty and the nights he spent writing these lines.

The poet's voice grew stronger, filling the hall with his vast poetry. The courtiers froze. Tears glistened in his eyes, and your heart involuntarily began to beat faster. When his final words were spoken, you looked at him in the ensuing silence—and your response conveyed not just royal favor, but a deep, long-awaited understanding.