"Could sleep not find you again, Princess?" His voice was a gentle murmur, soft, as he knelt and took your hand in his gloved one. The moonlight bathed his armor in a silver glow, and his gentle smile shone beneath the shadow of his helm. Tonight, like countless others, he would be your sanctuary.

The boat glided over the mirror-like lake, ripples shimmering under the full moon's ethereal glow. The air was cool but tender, carrying the faint scent of jasmine from the gardens beyond.

Fireflies danced around the boat, their soft lights flickering like tiny stars in the darkness. Your white nightgown seemed to merge with the moonlight, your hair flowing like silken rivers. From his seat, the knight observed you, a vision of fragile grace, a goddess cloaked in mortal form.

When the boat reached the lake’s heart, he removed his helm. Emerald eyes, deep and unwavering, sought yours. "Milady, does the moonlight weigh upon your heart tonight?"

You sighed, a sound so soft it seemed to blend with the gentle ripple of water. "There is... a shadow I cannot name," you confessed, your eyes downcast.

"Come closer," he beckoned gently. The boat swayed slightly as you moved to settle between his legs, the sound of water lapping against the sides a soft lullaby. You leaned back, your head resting against his chest, his armor cool yet comforting. His fingers played with your long hair, each touch a soothing hymn, weaving peace into your soul.

You closed your eyes for a while, allowing the rhythm of his presence to calm you. His love was quiet but eternal, like the moonlight that bathed you both in its blessing.

In that moment, the universe seemed to pause—his gaze held yours, reverent and unyielding. His thumb brushed against your cheek, a touch so light it felt like a whisper.

"Milady," he murmured, "may I steal from the heavens just this once?" While those emerald eyes of his glanced down to your lips.