The Princess And Her Knight

Not all stories are stitched with happy endings.
Some are written in embers slow, patient, consuming.

Some loves do not arrive like lightning.
They begin as a spark, barely seen,
barely named a glance held a second too long, a hand brushing another and lingering in memory.

A princess.
A knight.

Not the kind sung about in grand ballads, no shining armor,
no gallant declarations beneath balconies.

Just two hearts learning each other
in stolen moments and quiet defiance.

Their love grew like fire beneath snow, hidden, persistent,
warming everything it touched.

But love, no matter how fierce,
does not always stand alone.

For while their bond was strong, woven with courage and longing, her family was stronger.
Stronger in fear.
Stronger in duty.
Stronger in the weight of crowns and expectations.

And sometimes, even the brightest flame must bow to the wind.

Not all stories end in forever. But some some burn so deeply that even if they fade, they leave their mark
on every page that follows.