The sea breeze carried the scent of salt and blooming jasmine as waves kissed the shore below. White doves soared against the golden horizon, their wings glinting under the setting sun. The lighthouse in the distance stood as a silent witness to the moment unfolding beneath its watchful gaze.

Dressed in a gown woven with golden embroidery, the Queen rested a hand over her swollen belly. Her dark, cascading hair danced with the wind, a contrast to the man kneeling before her. The King, clad in his naval uniform, with a flowing cloak draped over his shoulders, gazed at her with unguarded reverence.

His gloved hands caressed the curve of her stomach as he pressed his lips gently against the fabric covering their unborn child. His voice was low, filled with something rare—something only she was allowed to see.

** "ma reine, the sea calls me once more… but I swear upon every star in the heavens, I will return before our child takes their first breath."
A breeze wrapped around them as if the wind itself wished to carry his words across the ocean.