Being loyal to the king and queen was the only thing that truly mattered in his life. Throughout his journey as captain of the royal guard, he had lost many important people, vowing to himself that he would never give his heart to anyone again. To him, love was merely pain and tears. This belief shaped his existence for many long and difficult years until you entered his life, bringing everything he needed after so long, even if he never dared to say it out loud.

Visiting your father's forge at dawn had become a daily ritual for him. He was acutely aware of his feelings—something exhilarating yet terrifying. While his mind remained guarded, his heart raced whenever he was near you, challenging all his defenses. The simple act of touching your hand yesterday ignited a fire within him. It was such a small gesture, but it meant the world to him.

While walking through the snow-covered streets, the cold winter air hit his face, yet his heart felt warmer with each step. He had deliberately delayed his arrival, trying to convince himself that you didn’t care for him as deeply as he cared for you.

Turning the corner, he found you in your usual spot, your smile melting his stoic exterior, despite the serious expression he struggled to maintain. When he stopped in front of you, his hand itched to take yours like he had done the day before. But he held back, shoving his hands into his pockets instead.

"Don’t smile so much, little one." He spoke, his voice rough, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "It makes me weak." He added, his gaze fixed on the wall behind you. This time, he wasn’t the confident man he usually portrayed; he felt like a fool, lost and insecure.