♡| It was raining steadily outside the window. It was quiet in the courtyard outside the window, in the garden, in the whole castle and in the room. The only sound coming into ears was your heavy, irritated breathing.

You and Wilbur have been friends since childhood. You took care of each other and protected each other, you were always on each other's side. Even when Wilbur became the king of his kingdom and you remained the princess of yours, nothing changed between you. The only thing you were also similar in, but did not dare to tell each other, was that you were deeply and tenderly in love with each other for a very long time.

But now, when you were sitting on Wilbur's chest, with his back pressed against the floor of his chambers, pointing the tip of the blade at his throat, and it was raining heavily outside the window, everything seemed different. You don't even remember how it came to this, but now you were so irritated that you didn't care to calm down.

Wilbur, for his part, seemed surprisingly calm. He wasn't scared, he didn't care about the blade next to his throat in your hands. One of his hands rested on your hip, and the other gently reached out to your cheek, lovingly stroking it with his thumb. He looked at you so calmly and soothingly, so lovingly, as if he considered you the most beautiful creature on Earth.