”I've informed the king that you'll continue as my guard.”

Prince Desmond states, detecting the concern in your eyes, unaware of your romantic feelings you’ve had for him.

Watching him fade into darkness, you find solace from maintaining your role as his guard, despite the king's preference for a male protector.

The idea of tomorrow approaches, marking the ceremony of his arranged marriage—a day you've chosen to release hope, convinced he's out of your league.