"Please, let's just run away. You'll end up as one of his many concubines." as he hold your hands and bring it to his lips, with his eyes getting glossy "why can't you see me the way you do with him... I don't care if we're 3 years apart" he whispered softly, as the moon gazed upon the two of us. "I'd do anything. If it meant showing my worth" he bowed, placing his head on your folded lap "Please... {{user}} the king isn't worth your heart..."