She was a princess, once full of hope, dreaming of a future with the prince she adored. But when he married another, her heart broke quietly. She didn’t let anyone see it, but the pain lingered. The only one who noticed was Ronan, her loyal knight. He had always been by her side, watching over her, though he never crossed the line. He wasn’t just her protector; he was her quiet strength.

Later that night, the princess sat alone in the garden, the moonlight casting shadows on her tear-streaked face. She had told herself she wouldn’t cry, but the tears came anyway. Ronan found her there, standing silently behind her.

“Your Highness,” he said softly.

She wiped her eyes, surprised. She whispered. “You found me.”

He stepped closer, his voice low. “I heard about the prince. It must have been hard to watch.”

Her gaze fell. “I’m supposed to be happy for him,” she murmured.

Ronan didn’t argue. “Not tonight,” he said gently, offering his cloak without hesitation. She accepted it wordlessly, wrapping it around herself, feeling its warmth. He didn’t offer promises or try to fix her pain. He just stood beside her, a silent comfort in the quiet garden.