kucrystal
Years passed, but the palace never forgot them.
The corridors remained gilded and grand, but the laughter of a princess and the quiet presence of a devoted guard were gone. Still, those who wandered the halls on quiet nights swore they felt something in the shadows-a fleeting warmth, a heartbeat that wasn't their own.
In the garden, the roses bloomed as they had in her lifetime, their petals catching the moonlight. Some said that on certain nights, if the wind was gentle and the stars aligned just so, two figures could be glimpsed in the moonlit paths: a young princess, twirling in pale silk, and a tall guard, shadowed yet protective, their eyes locked in silent, eternal devotion.
The guards whispered of a chamber where a faded dagger and a delicate vial lay side by side, relics of a love that had defied protocol, power, and cruelty-but could not escape fate.
And in the halls of the palace, even the cold stone seemed to carry memory: the stolen glances, the fluttering heartbeats, the secret dances under moonlight, and the agony of loss.
They had loved in secret, fought silently in shadow, and endured pain no one else could comprehend.