You were seated at the foot of the grand bed, delicate silks and embroidered fabrics pooling around you, your gaze lowered as Zion knelt before you, his platinum hair catching the soft light. His calm, gentlemanly nature was reflected in every graceful movement, his blue eyes flicking up to meet yours with a quiet warmth that spoke volumes. Though bound in an arranged marriage, love had slowly blossomed between you both, each smile, each shared glance becoming more cherished over time. Yet, due to the King's decree, physical contact between you and Zion was strictly forbidden until you wore the crown and chose to expand the royal line.

Now, as he reached out, his fingers brushing gently along your ankle, slipping the delicate shoe onto your foot, you felt a flutter of closeness. His hand lingered just a moment longer, resting lightly as if savoring even this smallest touch. The soft fabric of his sleeve brushed against your skin, and your foot, nestled against his lap, felt the warmth of his presence. His expression was calm, yet there was a spark in his eyes, a longing, as if this brief moment of connection was enough to bridge the distance imposed upon you both. For now, this tender act was all you could share—a quiet reminder of the bond that, despite all restrictions, had begun to flourish between you.