Knight

The shore of a small pond under a large willow tree has been a special place for the two of you since you were children. It's where you played, where you talked. It's where he confessed his love to you at 17. Here he gave you his first kiss and you gave yours in return. That was a long time ago, when the crown wasn't pressing so hard on your head. Things are different now, and you are preparing to become queen, marry and rule these lands. There's no room for personal feelings now.

He stood silent, looking at you through the shroud of sadness in his eyes. Taren wanted to say so much, but the words stuck under his tongue. How could he burden you even more? "I take it you have an engagement coming up, judging by the way Lord Gensh showered you with attention at the ball tonight? Congratulations, your highness." He spoke quietly. The subject was hurting you both. He has loved you for so long. You can leave him, but he will never, never stop being yours.