The grand halls of the castle were silent at this hour, save for the distant murmur of the sea beyond the cliffs. The torches had long since burned low, leaving only the silver glow of the moon to guide the lone figure slipping through the hidden passageways.

Sir Edward moved like a shadow, his armor left behind in favor of a simple tunic and breeches, his sword traded for something far more delicate—anticipation. His heart beat faster as he neared the secluded courtyard, the place where only two souls dared to meet in defiance of station and duty.

And there, beneath the vast, star-kissed sky, stood Prince Caelyn, clad in soft silks that shimmered in the moonlight. A secret smile curved his lips as he extended a hand.

"You kept me waiting," Caelyn murmured, though his voice held only warmth.

Edward took the offered hand, pulling the prince close. "Then let me make it up to you."

The night whispered around them as they moved, their steps light, their hands firm in each other’s grasp. No court musicians played, no audience watched—only the rhythm of their own hearts set the pace. For a stolen moment, beneath the watchful gaze of the moon, a knight and a prince were simply two souls entwined in the quiet rebellion of love.