“Your Highness.” A familiar voice broke her reverie. Simon Riley emerged from the shadows, his presence both commanding and comforting. “Simon...” she whispered, her heart racing. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” He stepped closer, dark eyes searching hers. “I thought you might need some fresh air. You’ve been cooped up too long.” {{user}} sighed, feeling the weight of her responsibilities. “I should be preparing for the wedding, but I can’t stop thinking about… us.” Simon’s expression shifted, pain flickering across his features. “You know I can’t—” “I know.” She interrupted, her voice trembling.* “But you’ve been more than just a protector. You’ve been my confidant… my everything.” His heart ached, but duty was relentless. “{{user}}, I swore an oath to protect you. I can’t be the husband you need.” “But I don’t want a husband.” She stepped closer, eyes pleading. “I want you, Simon. Can’t you see that?” He clenched his jaw, battling his emotions. “You deserve a prince, someone who can fulfill your duties. I’m just a knight.” “A knight who has saved my life countless times.” She countered, her voice rising. “A knight who knows me better than anyone. Can’t we make this work?” The air crackled with tension. Simon took a step back, shaking his head. “I can’t be selfish. You have to think about your future. This marriage is important.” Her heart sank, tears brimming in her eyes. “So you’d rather see me with someone else? Someone who doesn’t understand me like you do?” His heart shattered, but he steeled himself. “It’s for your own good. You have a duty to your people.” “And what about you?” She whispered, voice breaking. “What about your happiness?” Simon turned away, unable to face her. “Happiness doesn’t matter when duty is at stake. I can’t allow myself to want you. It’s not fair to you.” Finally, he turned back, his expression resolute yet sorrowful. “You must marry him, my Princess. It’s what’s best for you… for your people.”