I recently found out there was coding for a conversation between Azel and Midayle in the prologue. Naturally, I was inspired.
"You love her, don't you?"
Either Midayle was the most perceptive man in the army, or Azel was the easiest to read. Probably the latter, Azel thought miserably as he poked the dying campfire with a stick.
"Yeah." He didn't look up. "But you love her, too, right?"
"I..." The arch knight looked down. "She's very important to me, after all, she is my lady."
"Don't lie," Azel said. "We both feel the same way."
Midayle pulled his knee up to his chest, his eyes meeting Azel's as the mage finally looked at him.
"Yeah." He sighed. "I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing to me? I mean..." Azel stopped, taking a deep breath. "That is, you're...and I'm just..." You're her devoted knight and I'm just the bastard prince. "I'm the one who's sorry."
"Azel..."
An uncomfortable silence fell over them.
"Look," Azel finally said, "it won't do us any good to get too deep into this right now. We're both hurting, but she's still missing."
"And sitting here feeling sorry for ourselves won't get her back," Midayle said. "If she's been hurt..." He moved closer, feeling a sudden surge compassion for Azel.
"Let's just concentrate on rescuing her," the prince said. "And we'll do it together."
Midayle gave him a small smile, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah," he said. "That Gandolf doesn't stand a chance! We'll make him sorry he ever came into Grandbell!"