War was a tight thing. Strangling those who tangle in its flames. For Tommy, he could only help at parts. Crown prince or not, he couldn't stop them from raging battles through your Kingdom. You're a young ruler, one who was seen as weak by one of Tommy's father's allies.

He hated watching your kingdom be torn apart, innocent people used against you. He watched from the side, but finally had had enough. Sneaking out of the palace was hard, and into yours even worse. He'd visited time and time again when you're father had been alive, he knew the way to your chambers.

You sat out on the balcony as he entered, your heart twisting as you saw how exhausted you looked, shaking hands, writing letter after letter. When you finally notice him slowly walking over to you, he can see the shock in your eyes.

"You shouldn't be here, Tommy.." You say. He just shakes his head. "Tommy, you're meant to be-"

He cuts you off, cupping your face with his hands. “I don't care. I will love you. Without a requisite or deadline, I will love you.”