Boromir coughed as he tried to ignore the tingling in his throat. He was catching Kyra's cold but he didn't care much. He knew his cold was going to get worse but he wanted to go back and help her get better.

"Boromir, are you retiring for the night?" Denethor asked.

"Yes, Father", Boromir answered. "I suggest you get some sleep too. It seems most of the people are getting sick. We don't want you getting sick as well."

"The same could be said for you", Denethor mumbled. "Very well. Goodnight, my son."

Boromir went to his chambers and went to his clothes. He picked his fur-made coat before blowing out the candles. He opened the door ready to see Kyra. Boromir was stopped as he bumped into Faramir.

"Brother!" he said surprised. "Are you retiring for the night as well?"

"You're sneaking out again, aren't you?" Faramir asked.

Boromir looked down the hallway to see if Denethor was watching. He pulled his younger brother into his room to talk.

"Yes", he sighed. "Yes, I need to be with Kyra tonight."

"Kyra", Faramir frowned. "Kyra. It's always Kyra!"

Boromir jumped at his reaction. Faramir had never raised his voice to him. He had never shown animosity toward Kyra either. Boromir thought Faramir like Kyra. What changed?

"Faramir, I do not understand", he said. "Why the animosity?"

"Ever since you met Kyra, you and I have become distant", Faramir said. "You never spend time with me anymore. Do I matter so little to you now?"

"No, brother! Of course not!"

"Then why do you put Kyra before me? Did love do that to you?"

"Faramir, yes I love Kyra", Boromir said.

"I do not like it. Before Kyra, you and I were so close. You protected me from Father. You took care of me. Now it seems I do not exist anymore. All you care about is Kyra."

Faramir looked away as he opened the door.

"Faramir", Boromir said. "It's not like that."

Faramir said nothing as he turned and left. Boromir sighed as he walked through the door and walked down the hallway. Kyra was in poor health and needed him.

Boromir opened the shutters and looked into Kyra's room. Her breathing was raspy as she laid in bed resting.

"Kyra", he whispered.

She opened her eyes smiling. She knew that voice anywhere.

"Boromir."

"Shh…"

Boromir climbed through the window and sat on the edge of her bed. He felt her forehead seeing she still had a fever.

"Here", he said. "I brought this for you."

Boromir held a small cauldron in his hand as well as a small bowl.

"I took this from the kitchen before I left. This should help with your cough."

He took the bowl and scooped some soup from the cauldron. Kyra smiled lovingly as he held the bowl to her lips which she gratefully sipped. Boromir kissed the top of her head hoping she would get better soon.

"I had a talk with Faramir today", he said.

"How is your brother?" Kyra asked.

"I think he's jealous."

"Jealous?" she asked. "About what? Me?"

"I'm afraid so. Faramir had always been my top priority before you."

"Does he want us to stop seeing each other?"

"I do not know", Boromir said. "But as much as I love my brother, I would never want to stop seeing you. Kyra, my brother and my father may not approve, but I am a man. I have to make my own choices."

"What choices would those be?" she asked.

"When the time comes…when I become the next steward, I plan to take you as my wife."

Kyra gasped as she looked at Boromir. Did she hear that right? Boromir want to take her for a wife? Whatever it mattered, she leaned in and kissed him. She loved him and would gladly be his wife in the future.