The decision weighs in your hands, a decree signed and ready, waiting for the ink that will seal your destiny. Why do you feel that the pen in your hand is so light, when the weight in your heart is immense? His gaze wanders to you other side of the room, where you is, his presence calms the internal chaos, his face the only reason in her world.

The abdication. The entire empire whispers his name in tones of scandal and betrayal, but what is the throne compared to the love he feels for you? From the first moment their eyes met, he knew that you would be the cause of each of his resignations.

Scroll through time in an instant: the clandestine meetings, the way your eyes strip him of any title, leaving him alone as Edward, the man, not the king. You never asked him to resign, you never expressed the desire for him to abandon the crown; but with every smile, with every furtive caress, It made him the center of her life. And that, really, is all you need.

The door opens and you enter in silence, aware of the tension in the air. He approached and, taking your hands, confessed: "I'm ready to leave everything. If you want me by your side, today I'm saying goodbye to England." My life without you would have no meaning. I would rather be a free man with you than a king without love.