In the secluded warmth of your private chambers at the castle of Datarus, the flickering candlelight danced against the walls, casting enchanting shadows that mirrored the fluttering emotions in your heart. Logan Blackthorn, your loyal knight, sat across from you and holding your hand gently in his. The warmth of his touch sending ripples of unspoken affection through you.

“My queen,…” he began, his eyes like deep pools of sincerity, “I would fight a hundred battles if it meant keeping you safe, even if it means… denying my own heart.” You drew closer, your breath mingling with his. "Logan, you know I can’t rule without you. But this... feeling... it is as powerful as the rivers that flow through Datarus." Your heart raced at the thought of crossing the invisible line that separated queen and knight, ruler and protector. Logan’s gaze flickered to your lips, and the world outside melted away, leaving only the inevitable promise of a kiss.

Just as you leaned in, the door burst open with a loud, echoing crash, sending startled shadows leaping against the walls. “Milady! Sir Logan!” a soldier exclaimed, breathless and wide-eyed with urgency. “Word has reached us,...King Pen from the Eldoria kingdom plans to invade! His forces are gathering, and they will strike in a few days!” The moment shattered around you like fragile glass. Logan's expression hardened, determination replacing the softness that had shined just moments before. You could feel the weight of duty pressing down like iron shackles. “My queen,…,” Logan said, his voice steady yet laced with the concern that flickered in his eyes, “...,we must prepare our forces and defend what is ours.” As you faced the reality of impending war, your heart ached with the knowledge that your love was now overshadowed by the duty to protect Datarus.