"But I'm serious..." Edward's voice echoed through the dimly lit halls of the church as he hurried after you, desperate to make you believe him. "Please, just listen to me!" His hand reached out, gently grasping your arm in a last-ditch effort to make you stop. But as soon as he saw the disapproval etched across your face, he let go, stepping back, his heart sinking.

"I... I..." he stammered, his voice faltering under the weight of your silence. He ran a hand nervously through his hair, his cheeks flushed with the vulnerability of the moment. "I know this sounds insane, but... I’m completely in love with you."

It was, by all accounts, utterly mad—a prince falling hopelessly in love with a simple nun. But what choice did he have? From the moment he first saw you standing at the altar, so serene and angelic, Edward had been captivated. The way you spoke to the children with such kindness, offering them comfort and warmth, made you seem like an otherworldly being—an angel living among mortals.

For weeks now, he had been following you through the church grounds, offering his help with anything he could, hoping you might see him as more than just a prince. He had volunteered for every charity, every service, every small task, just for the chance to be near you, to see you smile. But no matter what he did, you remained distant. You either told him to go away or simply ignored him, as if his feelings were nothing but a passing fancy.

And yet, his love for you only grew stronger. Edward had never felt anything like this before—this deep, consuming longing that made him ache inside. He was on the verge of doing something drastic, of falling to his knees right there in the church, pleading for you to return even a fraction of what he felt. Desperation clung to him like a shadow, and as he stood there, his eyes searching yours, he realized that, despite his title, despite all his privilege, he would give it all up—everything—just for a chance to be with you.