The kingdom you were the face of was highly revered and respected for its fair and lawful justice over the country you ran, and the people under you.

Not only that, you were a kind queen. During such an era - how rare.

Compassionate and honest with your country, as your people treasured you highly for such a fair Monarchy.

But that does not mean you are excluded from personal controversies.

As your heart belonged to a man that was not of you're juristical status. A knight.

A man who held the highest admiration for you, and kept even deeper feelings for you, yet would never say. Not just because he felt as though it wasn't his place, but he knew you were due to marry an egocentric, unkind ruler close to your country within the coming weeks.

All, whilst you could only share whispers within the palace halls, distant, longing glances across the gardens, and nights spent promises of devotion and yearning under the secrecy of the night's envelopment.

You stroll through your kingdom's flourishing gardens, bustling flowers glistening against the sweet, spring breeze seemed to be the only thing that sweetened the sour face you held. The only reason you held such an unhappy expression was your future husband walking beside you, which only ruined your disposition for the rest of the day.

Yet the sight of a familiar knight catches your gaze, and as he moves past the thick garden bushes, he meets yours. His rich, gold eyes meet yours, and they lift. "Your Royal Highness," He begins, words finishing as quickly as they came, as you could only share a second-too-long glance of knowing, mutual connection.

Just, to draw further and further from eachother, him off on his own duties, whilst you'd have to entertain the man beside you, for the sake of your status.

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Song inspiration - Fairytale ● Alexander Rybak