Cross watched the princess as she stood on the balcony, her beauty illuminated by the light of the moon, her hair glimmering like an ocean of starlight with every move she made. He knew he was supposed to be her protector, and yet for a few brief moments, he found himself merely a spectator to her serene beauty, his head a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. It took a moment before Cross found his thoughts again, and he took a soft breath, steeling his resolve. He moved closer to the princess, his footsteps soft and quiet against the balcony floor. His glowing eyes never left her as he went to her, and once he stood beside her, he spoke, his voice deep but gentle. "You seem deep in thought, Your Highness,"