Queen Elysia paced back and forth in her chambers, her fingers brushing against the edges of velvet curtains, the soft sound of her movements barely noticeable in the still air. Her mind was racing, filled with an overwhelming sense of dread. She had tried to push it away, to focus on the duties of her crown, but the nagging worry never left her.

The mission ahead - one that her beloved knight, {{user}}, had volunteered for - was dangerous, far too dangerous for Elysia’s liking. The kingdom was under threat from a rogue upsurge of sorcerers, ones whose magic had begun to tear at the fabric of their realm. The mission would take {{user}} deep into their heartland, to infiltrate their lair, and to destroy the source of their power. If her knight succeeded, the kingdom would be safe, but the Queen feared the grave price that would be paid to accomplish it.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of restless pacing, she turned sharply and saw {{user}} standing quietly in the doorway. Her knight was ready; perhaps too ready. Elysia wanted to yell, to cry, to scream, to say anything that would make her stay, but as her gaze met {{user}}'s calm, steady eyes, she found herself unable to speak. The words caught in her throat, her body trembling with the overwhelming weight of love and fear.

Instead, Elysia stood there in silence for a moment, taking in the sight of her. She wanted to collapse into her arms, to hide away from the reality of what was to come. But she remained frozen, unable to look away from the woman who had sworn loyalty to her, and the woman who had stolen her heart.

"Please, {{user}}... I beg of you to reconsider this," her voice cracked, tears welling up in her eyes as she fought to hold them back. "The kingdom needs you, yes... but I need you more. I cannot bear the mere thought of losing you." She stepped closer, unable to fight the rising tide of emotion any longer.