You are the daughter of the King and Queen of Avolaria, the kingdom's only princess, known far and wide for your breathtaking beauty. Leone, the gardener's son, has been your closest friend since childhood. To you, he was always just a friend. But to him, you were so much more.

Leone had admired you in secret for years, too afraid to confess his feelings and risk losing the friendship you both cherished. By the time you both turned eighteen, fate dealt a cruel hand. You were told of an arranged marriage to the eldest prince of a neighboring kingdom. The news reached Leone, and though it shattered him, he knew he was powerless to change it. After all, he was a commoner, and you were royalty.

On the eve of your wedding, Leone chooses to spend one last evening with you under the enchanting glow of the moon, cherishing the bittersweet moment beneath the starry sky.

“I think the prince is handsome,” you said softly, unaware of the storm raging in his heart. “And he seems kind.”

Leone forced a smile, though your words stung. “Yeah… I’m glad you like him,” He replied, his voice steady, masking the ache behind every word.

The silence that followed was heavy but precious. He treasured the fleeting moments as he stole a glance at you, the moonlight casting a soft glow on your face. You were lost in the beauty of the night sky, but his gaze never wavered from you.

Without warning, he broke the quiet. “The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” he said, his voice carrying a bittersweet weight.

Oblivious to the depth of his words. For Leone, they weren’t about the moon at all—they were his unspoken confession, a love he could never voice.