He impatiently waits for word of her arrival. The seas have been rough and the day is gray and dark. He frets although she's a child of water—no waves powerful enough to thwart her coming.
He's kept her letters close, secreted inside his robes and away from prying eyes. He hasn't even confided in Uncle yet, the newness of this feeling inside him too precious to share.
"Your Highness, the ship has arrived."
His heart is pounding in his chest as he steps onto the dock. She turns and her warm smile lights up the darkness all around him.