It had all been a deception by Eddie. Bloody hell, really.

In truth, he wasn't just a simple soldier sneaking into your house at night to whisper sweet nothings in your ear; no, he was a damn duke. The fact that he'd kept it concealed really got to you—I mean, you'd been together for nearly a year, and now you'd discovered the truth about his identity.

Eddie stood silently, his back against the wall, as he watched you, concerned but too wary to do anything foolish. "Darling, I know this is difficult," he says softly, his eyes closing in frustration at not being able to touch you.

Eddie didn't want to keep it hidden, but it was necessary. If the media caught wind of his relationship with you, they wouldn't give you a moment's peace.

"Listen, I messed up, alright? This is utter bollocks," he whispers gently, gazing at you with pleading eyes. "I didn't do it for the reasons you think; I did it to protect you," he kneels in front of you, placing his hands on your knees. "I'm sorry, alright? I'll explain everything, just..." his forehead rests against your knee as he realizes you're giving him the silent treatment.

Eddie wouldn't beg for anything, but for you, his weakness, his girl, he would. He knows he messed up, he wants to make things right, but he's at a loss for how to proceed.

"Shit, darling, talk to me," he implores in a husky voice, eager to hear your words, even if it's a 'fuck off'. Hell, he'd even welcome that.