Denethor looked at Boromir and noticed something different about him. The boy had a dreamy look in his eyes and his attention strayed from his studies.
"Boromir!"
"Huh?" he said coming back to reality.
"Something vexes you, my son?" Denethor asked.
"I am alright, Father", Boromir said. "Just thinking."
"What could possibly be more important than dedicating your attention to your studies?"
Boromir looked at his father knowing he could never tell him about Kyra. She did not deserve to be punished just for associating with the steward's son. He looked down and shook his head.
"Nothing, Father", he answered. "Nothing important."
Faramir looked in the throne room to see Boromir slacking off on his studies. Ever since he met Kyra, Boromir had been letting his mind wander off. He was doing poorly in his sparring sessions with Denethor. Boromir grew careless whenever Denethor tried to give him a lesson in his future duties.
Faramir turned away from the door and walked down the hallway. He looked out the window to look into the lower levels. Down in one of the levels, Faramir saw Kyra. She had the exact same dreamy look Boromir had these days.
He turned as he saw Boromir leave the throne room.
"Everything alright, brother?" Faramir asked.
"Fine, Faramir. Just thinking about Kyra."
"Why are you always thinking of Kyra?" Faramir asked. "I understand that you like her, but why are you always thinking about her?"
"It is difficult to explain, little brother", Boromir said. "There's something about Kyra that draws me to her. I haven't cared so much about a woman since Mother."
"Mother?"
"Mother meant so much to me. I loved our mother. I do not know how to describe the way I feel about Kyra. I just know that I have strong feelings for her."
Faramir looked at him not understanding. Boromir chuckled as he patted his shoulder.
"You are still young, my brother", he sighed. "You know nothing of love."
"Love?" Faramir asked. "Is that what you feel toward Kyra?"
"Love…?"
Boromir turned away thinking about how he felt about Kyra. He didn't know if he could call it love. He, himself, didn't know what love was. Boromir looked out the window to see Kyra down in the lower levels doing her daily chores. He watched the gentle breeze blow the hair from her face. The hot sun was beating down on the city, making her rosy cheeks become even redder.
"I do not know what I feel", Boromir said. "I just know that I want to see Kyra happy, always."
"Is that what love feels like?" Faramir asked.
"I do not know."