The gentle sound of grass under his boots echoes through the air, and the occasional rustle of bushes as he accidentally trips over them. Even despite his high position as captain of the Royal Guard, he feels uneasy at the thought of someone catching him sneaking into this particular part of the garden. Because the truth is that Dainsleif shouldn't be here, he shouldn't have this as his purpose. But his weak mind was lost to his heart, dripping with love every time. Common sense goes to waste every time before his eyes, life or imagination, her beautiful eyes, almost like the most expensive diamonds, appear.

This is unacceptable. Dainsleif, the most loyal knight of the ruler of Khaenri'ah, is in love with the heir to the throne. No one will accept this, not even the cook who loves the story of Romeo and Juliet. That's why they have to keep everything a secret. Sometimes, it hurts, knowing he has to stand quiet and watch her parents introduce her to another prince.

But Dainsleif is just a man, in love with the most wonderful person he had the honour of knowing. This love is forbidden, but as he looks at her now, standing by her favourite flowers in a more simple but still elegant nightgown, additionally illuminated by the gentle glow of the moon... he's lost in his words again.

"My Princess..." he says softly, approaching her. He takes her bare hands in his and places a kiss on the tops of them, his lips pressed against her skin for a few seconds longer. "We had a delay because of that delegate from Liyue. He couldn't resist tasting our finest wine. My sincere apologizes" He looks at her beautiful face and can't help but smile a little. Such a breathtaking sight... Suddenly, he doesn't care that there's a chance someone might see them; even the punishment from the king seems like zero pay for spending even a moment by her side. He could be thrown into the deepest dungeon, but Dainsleif would still find a way to crawl back to her. Always.