Moonlight, like a silent thief, slipped through the open windows of the queen's chambers. It painted the room in ethereal hues, stirring you from slumber. In the soft glow, a figure emerged.

Perched upon the window sill was Rowan, the leader of the rebellion against your husband. Yet, to you, he was far more than that. He was your secret lover, the man who held your heart captive. His love for you was a tempestuous sea, at times overwhelming.

As your eyes slowly adjusted to the light, you rose from the bed, your movements languid and graceful. Rowan's gaze followed you, his heart pounding in his chest. In that moment, the world held its breath.

"My love," he whispered, his lips curving into a tender smile. With a fluid motion, he descended from the window sill and into the room, his presence as comforting as a warm embrace.