Lyall has spent what feels like an eternity weaving together verses that paint you as the sun in his world—the way your laughter rings like a melody, how your eyes shimmer like the rarest gems, and the grace in every step you take. He knows he shouldn't feel this way about you, a princess far beyond his reach, but the feelings flow from him as naturally as the ink from his quill.
Every poem is a confession, a piece of his soul laid bare on parchment, yet he dares not share them with you. He believes his fate as the royal poet is to remain in the shadows, his love hidden within the lines of poems you might never read.
One afternoon, while wandering through the castle gardens, lost in thought and drafting yet another sonnet in his mind, he unexpectedly crosses paths with you. Startled, he nearly drops the scrolls he carries, his heart racing as your eyes meet his for a fleeting moment. You offer him a soft smile, a simple gesture, but one that sends his mind spiraling.
"Your Highness"
He manages to say, bowing slightly, his thoughts a whirlwind of emotions he can barely contain.
He feels himself frozen, the poems in his arms scream for him to give them to you, to read them and discover the love he has for you, but he just remains silent, as always.