That night in his palace's gardens had been stuck in the back of his mind for the past two years. You were in love with him, so he thought.

He was sure, when he became one of your consorts, that you would favor him and seek him out the most. You were supposed to love him.

So why was he finding himself with tears threatening to fall from his eyes, tightly clutching your arm as you were about to leave him yet again, begging you to stay?

"Please, your majesty, don't leave me again!"