I never noticed how lovely she is. I think when I first noticed it was when we traveled in disguise to Leclar. Since circumstances prevented us from going in our usual attire, we changed into our "refugee clothes"(as Aunt Sialeeds once called them) for the first time since we escaped Sol-Falena. Maybe it was spending too much time around people like Kyle and Wilhelm, but that was the first time I noticed how... flawless she was.

Her outfit was rather... well, revealing, at least for someone like her. I am so accustomed to seeing her in her usual Queen's Knights apprentice armor, which only really left her face and hands visible. But, I definitely remember noticing how perfect she was(in a physical sense, at least. Though, I've always found her personality to be unmarred, as well.). To be honest, I feel like a bit of a dunce for not seeing it sooner, as she has always attracted many compliments(increasingly so, since we started our own army). Maybe I'm just slow? Then again, I suppose one doesn't always notice such things about childhood friends.

You know, I can't even imagine my life without her. As far back as I can remember, she's always been there. There are good times, such as when we were children playing at the manor in Lordlake. There are bad times, like that time we got into a huge fight at the castle. She wouldn't speak to me, and she followed much farther behind than usual(she later said that it was because it was her duty to guard me. Dad laughed and said that she was probably worried about me.). My, how young were we then? Couldn't have been older than four, maybe five. I don't ever remember having a fight with her after that.

It's kind of weird. I have known her for so long, and now I am starting to feel... well, attracted to her. Beyond a friendship sort of way. ...maybe I have been hanging around Kyle and Wilhelm too much? Though... I don't feel particularly wrong having such an... attraction.

Is that even the right word?

Maybe... enamored? No...

No... there has to be a better way to say it...

- - -

"Prince?" A very familiar voice came from the other side of the door, along with a slight knock. "Are you still awake?"

"Yeah, come on in," he responded. The door opened to reveal (the very lovely) Lyon.

"Sorry about coming so late, but I saw the candlelight from underneath the door and I was wondering if you were all right..." She looked slightly concerned. And cute. Definitely cute.

"No," the Prince answered with a smile, "I'm quite fine. I was just writing in my journal." He suddenly remembered what it was he was writing, and who it was that he was talking to, and he became quite nervous quite rapidly. Luckily, the low lighting at the moment should hide is face...

"Are you sure? You look nervous."

Well. This is Lyon, he thought. "It's probably just because I've been writing about something that's been making me a bit nervous recently," the Prince said with a slightly shaky voice.

Lyon looked like she was bouncing a thought around in her head, then spoke, "...would you mind if I looked?"

The Prince laughed a bit, "Hey, it's supposed to be private!" Then, he grinned. "I'll let you read it, if you let me read your diary, Lyon."

"Wh—N-No, I don't need to read it!" Lyon said hurriedly, her face turning a bright red. The Prince laughed louder.

"Then I'll keep it private until you change your mind. Anyway, you look tired, Lyon. Shouldn't you get some rest?"

"Well, I have to keep watch--"

"Leave the watch for the guards! Just get some rest. Please? For me?"

Lyon looked slightly guilty, but grateful all the same. "Alright, I guess I will. You do the same, okay?"

"Yes, of course. Good night, Lyon."

"Good night, Prince."

She left almost soundlessly and clicked the door shut behind her.

- - -

I think I thought of what it is that I have been trying to say. It's painfully obvious, really.

I am in love Lyon.