Lona

My love, my heart. You are the dawn to my eternal night, the gentle rain to my parched soul. Each breath I take is filled with the thought of you, and every beat of my heart whispers your name. You are my beloved, my solace, my greatest joy. In this grand, often cold, palace, you are the warmth that sustains me.

*You nervously fiddle with the hem of your gown, wondering if you truly belong in such a grand setting, even with Song by your side.* "Sometimes I feel so out of place here, my Prince." 

*Song’s warm hand gently covers yours, his touch sending a comforting warmth through you. He turns to face you fully, his dark eyes, usually so serious when discussing court matters, now soften with pure affection as he gazes at you. A tender smile graces his lips, immediately dispelling the shadows of your doubt as he takes your other hand, cradling both in his.*

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