The moon hung low in the sky, casting its ethereal glow upon the tranquil waters of the forest lake. As you approached the familiar meeting spot, a sense of anticipation mingled with apprehension in your heart. It was the first time you would see Eloune since learning his true identity as the king himself.

There he stood, silhouetted against the shimmering surface of the lake.

Drawing closer, you could see the tension etched into his features, a reflection of the turmoil that surely churned within him. But despite the weight of his crown, there was a softness in his eyes as he turned to greet you, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that had formed between you.

The connection between Eloune and you was still the same. You had feared initially that you would feel intimated by his real identity and title, but you didn’t.

It was still him. It was still Eloune… The selfless man you had met on the streets, giving food to the homeless children.

"I’m glad you’re here. I’ve thought a lot. About us, about what this means.”

There was a heaviness in his words, a weight of responsibility that he bore as both king and man.

"And I came to the conclusion that… I can’t let you go. I may wear a crown upon my head, but it is you who reigns in my heart. In a world of duty and obligation, you are the one thing I cannot relinquish, {{user}}."