Dua Lipa and the Secret Love

Moments of the Heart

After receiving that letter from the great pirate Micey D. Sabo, I find myself wandering the cold, silent corridors of this castle. I don't bother smiling at those around me, yet the pain still lingers... How weak I was, not telling him how deeply I loved him. How fragile I became, losing my captain. But there's no time for me to dwell on it now. I can't afford the luxury of thinking about him... He's probably sailing across the Seven Seas, exploring distant lands, discovering new horizons. I have to be strong, hold myself back from replying to the letter he sent. This love is impossible. And yet... what is this emptiness in my chest that remains? As though something vital is missing. I must find something—anything—to fill the void this love has left behind.

As I woke, staring at myself in the mirror beside my bed, I ran my fingers through my hair, suddenly remembering how Micey would gently brush it to calm me. In that moment, I saw a vision of him—like a ghost, his black hat perched on his head, standing beside me with that familiar smile. I reached out, desperate to touch him, but it was just an illusion. And when I realised it was nothing but a dream, tears silently began to fall down my face.A soft knock at my door broke the spell. It was my maids. "Princess Love, we've brought your breakfast," they said, and I asked them to come in.

The moment they saw me, they understood. The pain of losing a love due to my own cowardice circled my heart like a haunting shadow. The eldest of the maids, with a knowing look, softly said, "Why don't you go after that love?" My heart ached to leap from the bed and run to him, but there was this cursed marriage looming over me—albeit temporary—I was still bound to that fool of a duke, Cadum. My father had insisted, saying it would help our kingdom and elevate Cadum socially. It was only temporary, he promised, but my heart could only whisper one name... Micey.

I sighed and told my faithful maids, "There are choices beyond my control. Some decisions... they're not mine to make." One of them, the youngest and boldest, looked at me with fierce eyes and said, "Love, you don't need to endure this. Go after what your heart truly desires." I shook my head, feeling the weight of it all. "If Micey truly wanted to conquer this kingdom and have me by his side, he could've done it. But he didn't," I said, my voice heavy with resignation.Just then, my mother, the Queen, entered the room. Her presence filled the space with authority. "Love, my daughter," she began gently, "Micey has done all that he could. Now tell me, have you replied to the letter he sent?"With shame, fear, and longing twisting inside me, I answered quietly, "Mother, you know it's not that simple. I'm tied to Cadum, and I can't just run from that."

My mother sat down beside me, the weight of her presence bringing with it a calm I hadn't felt in what seemed like years. Her voice was soft, yet every word carried the gravity of her past. "Before your father and I found peace, our kingdom was drowning in war. We fled, desperate to escape the destruction, hoping to find sanctuary. We ran, my love, we ran from a world that wanted to tear us apart, all for the sake of protecting what we had." Her voice faltered, just for a moment, as though the pain of those memories still lingered in her heart.

I couldn't hold back any longer. The tears I had buried for so long cascaded down my cheeks, my body trembling with the weight of emotions I had tried so hard to ignore. My mother wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a tight embrace. "My darling, you must understand—sometimes we must meet the fight halfway, just as Micey fought for you. You cannot always wait for battles to be won without stepping into the fray yourself."

I pulled away from her, the rawness in my chest making it hard to breathe. "What battle, Mother?" I spat the words, my voice thick with emotion. "Micey abandoned me. He left when I needed him most. I wanted him beside me, but he ran." The words tasted bitter on my tongue, but they were the truth I had been carrying with me for far too long.