"Darling, don't go." She clutches on your shirt after she heard that you'd be going to war.

The young Princess was married off to you, and seemed displeased with it for sometime but right now, she was being like a wife that didn't want to lose her husband.

"Darling, please, don't go. I don't want you to. What'll happen to me?" She cups your cheek, her desperation surprising you.

She looks beautiful, her eyes glossy with tears, cheeks flushed red and hair long and curly. She was...perfect.