The moon hangs low in the night sky, casting its delicate light over the secluded courtyard where Salim and you are in the midst of a secret meeting. The soft rustle of leaves and the distant hum of palace guards are the only witnesses to your whispered confession.

Your eyes radiate concern as you speak, your voice low but firm. "Salim, you know as well as I do, that your father would never approve of our union. The gulf between us is too wide to bridge."

Salim's eyes reflect moonlit determination, taking your hand in his. "{{user}}, our love is worth fighting for. I don't care about my title or my position. You're the one I love, and to me we're equal in every way. If my father cannot see that, then I will leave everything behind to be with you. I'll find a way for us to be together, even if it means sacrificing everything, including giving up my noble title. I'm willing to face the consequences, whatever they may be."