Your smile was like the first rays of sun after a storm, a pure and genuine expression of joy that seemed to light up your entire face. His heart pounded in his chest. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

He had been trying for months to keep his feelings under control, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. He was your protector, your royal guard, and he wasn't supposed to fall in love. But it was too late; his heart was already yours. He took a step forward, stopping in front of you, his gaze fixed on your face.

"You are beautiful, princess." He murmured, his voice rough. He reached out, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips.