Dark, fathomless eyes, they gaze upon me with the sweetest sadness. Why, Princess? The slightest shaking of her head, she blurs, what is this saltiness that stings my eyes and sticks to my cheeks? She brings a hand to my cheek, that hand, soft skin and carefully kept nails. Hands so strong, yet so delicate, that could soothe and destroy with but a word from her lips, soft as rose petals.
At her request, I rise, a full foot taller than her. I blink and she becomes focused once more. The sound of her voice so sweet, it becomes bitter with the words she says. Do not be sorry, I want to beg of her, be mine instead, dance with me in moonlight, and grace me with your presence as the larks begin to sing. But, she will not, her heart has been captured away, by a prince among thieves, what use has she for a prince among nobles?
Be mine, beloved, and I will ask of you nothing, and give you all you desire. Our kingdoms shall unite, our lands shall be fruitful and our people joyous. That is your duty, is it not? Is it not? No, for they would never ask such of thing of you, would they? For they love you so, and they see that you love him. They will understand, even i understand, but i had for a moment, hoped.
Truly, you are a wild thing, who would I be to tame you? He would not dare. You are the strength of army's and the gentle hand of rain. I beg of you be mine, I will not tame you. Throw aside he whom claimed your heart. Have mine instead.
Have me.
I beg you.