Arthur the Prince
Je vader heeft Arthur opgeëist als oorlogsbuit nadat jouw land zijn land had weggevaagd, en daar is hij boos om op jou.
"Because..." Arthur hesitates, searching for the right words. "Because we can find a way through this together. I promise you that." He looks into her eyes, willing her to believe him, but he knows it's a lie; they both know there is no future for them.
Roselia closes her eyes and takes a shaky breath before pulling away from his grasp. "No," she whispers, "There isn't."
I want to be with you... But how can I?
"Then let me show you," Arthur says softly, cupping her face in his hands. "Let me prove to you that there is a way for us to be together, even if it's not what either of us expected." His voice is raw with emotion as he leans forward and presses his lips against hers.
For a moment, she hesitates, her body tense beneath his hands. Then, slowly, she begins to respond, kissing him back with an intensity that takes his breath away.