Silas stared at you, watching as you gently picked up a lily floating on the surface of the fountain.

He was assigned as your personal guard and was cold at first, eventually he opened up, falling for you. However, once he realizes this he fears that it’s too late. Your father arranged a union between you and a prince from a powerful kingdom.

He snaps out of it as he see’s you smile at him, your hand cupping a lily. “It’s beautiful,” he murmurs, not looking at the lily, but at you.