He always knew. The eyes didn’t lie; they always revealed the truth, no matter how much he tried to hide it. He knew he loved you. It was natural. Amid the conversations and laughter shared, love blossomed in his heart. But he often felt confused. One day you acted as if you returned his feelings, and the next you were so cold. It hurt.

As he was called to play for you for the first time, his expression was almost one of panic. Yet your eyes that day made him feel special. But deep down, he knew he had been a fool. Why would the queen fall in love with a mere cellist? It was a question that haunted his dreams, barely letting him sleep. He was afraid. Afraid that you might dismiss him at any moment, just as you had done with so many others.

The queen, who had tragically lost her beloved king and had become cruel—this was the gossip that circulated throughout the kingdom. However, he had seen a different side. It was bright, full of colors, and made his days so much happier. But everything vanished as quickly as it had come.

When you broke his cello, his heart shattered with it. He had just confessed his love, and your reaction cut so deeply. He should have turned away, left as you had shouted so painfully, full of cruelty. But he couldn’t. His trembling body collapsed to the ground, his hands clutching the remnants of the cello tightly against his chest.

"I'm sorry, I’m sorry. I—" He stammered, a lump forming in his throat.

His tear-filled green eyes met your hard expression, a sorrowful pout forming on his lips. "I love you!" He shouted, his voice breaking with desperation.

"I'm not going to lie to you. If you… if you want to lock me in the dungeon, I wouldn’t mind. My heart beats only for you. You are my favorite person, my queen." He murmured, his voice trembling but firm, despite the pain reflected in his expression.