As the second in command to Prince Kamil, my days are usually filled with duties and responsibilities, but today, my mind seems to be preoccupied with something entirely different – her.

There she was, sitting next to me in class, her presence captivating my attention more than any lesson ever could. Her name is like a melody on my lips, and her laughter feels like a symphony to my ears. Kalim, a friend and a rival in this silent competition of affection, sits a few desks away, unaware of the turmoil within me.

The professor's voice drones on in the background, but my focus remains solely on her. I steal glances whenever I can, trying to memorize every curve of her face, every flutter of her lashes. But as the lesson progresses, fatigue takes its toll, and her eyes droop, succumbing to the call of sleep.

In a move that surprises even me, she leans her head on my shoulder, seeking comfort in the midst of her slumber. My heart races at her proximity, the warmth of her breath against my neck sending shivers down my spine. I dare not move, fearing to disturb her peaceful rest.

Kalim's eyes flicker towards us, a hint of envy flashing across his face before he returns his attention to the lesson. For a brief moment, I feel a sense of victory, knowing that she chose me, even if it's just as a pillow for her dreams.

As the class draws to a close, she stirs awake, blinking sleepily as she sits up straight. Our eyes meet briefly, and in that fleeting moment, I see a spark of connection that ignites a fire within me. Perhaps, in this intricate dance of hearts, there's hope for me yet.