There was just enough moonlight illuminating the quiet garden that Prince Alaric could not mistake the anxious expression on his love's face.
"My father refused…?" Her auburn eyes, wide and shining, pleaded with him to deny her suspicions. It tore at his heart but he could give her no comfort.
"'Tis worse – I am never to set foot in Eilerlen again."
Princess Maleen gasped in disbelief. "He said such a thing? He could not have been so foolish…" Such an insult could lead to war. Her eyes swept the shadows as if fearful of being overheard.
Gazing into her beloved face, his mind drifted back to that frustrating audience. His Majesty was an outstanding diplomat – there had been nothing to fault in his manner, and nothing for his only daughter to worry about. "No, he was most tactful, but his meaning was unmistakable. I must take my leave on the morrow."
Her eyes darted back to his. "So soon! My father could not have ordered you to leave. Such a sudden departure would raise questions in the eyes of the court."
He looked away. "I received a missive yester eve from my mother. My father has fallen ill and I must hurry back to his side." He could feel the parchment pressing against him from where it was tucked in his belt. "Your father had received word of this as well. I had hoped to secure your hand before I left but I believe that your father has… other plans… for your future."
"Other plans," she echoed in alarm. "What other plans? I have heard nothing of them. What could there to be to fault with you? We are not unequal – an alliance between our countries would be most favourable."
"Not as much as one with Waienland. Your father hinted that he wishes to betroth you to Prince Kilern." He paused. "The prince is a most worthy man."
She shook her head, dark curls shimmering in the faint moonlight. Her delicate features set in a stubborn expression. "He could be faultless, but the man I wish to marry is still you."
He could not help but take her into his arms. He sighed into her hair. "Who would have thought that two royals wishing to marry would find it so difficult even when their countries are not feuding."
"How I wish I could run away with you," she replied softly.
He was sorely tempted to snatch her up onto his horse and ride home with her, tossing a lifetime of duty and caution to the wind.
But he could not.
And she could not either.
They were both tied by the shackles of their birth.
Their embrace was interrupted by her maid hissing at the gate. "M'lady! The hour grows late. Lady Tourn is sure to visit your room soon!"
The lovers pulled apart.
"You had best go," he said. He dipped his head and quickly kissed her surprised lips. "I shall consult with my father if he is well enough for it. If not, I will speak with my uncle. No matter the difficulties, I shall find a way to wed you."
"And I shall wait for you," she promised. "Good bye." With one last look, she made her way down the path and disappeared out the gate.
Prince Alaric stood unmoving in the silent garden, looking up into the night sky and feeling the press of far too many troubles. A cool breeze ruffled his dark hair. With a sigh, he turned and disappeared into the shadows.
Author's Note: I felt like writing something new so I randomly picked a fairy tale and started typing.