Grayson | Salvatore.

"My princess... The summer's wild and I've been waiting for you all this time, I adore you, can't you see, you're meant for me? Summer's hot but I've been cold without you. Grayson had sworn to protect the princess with her life, but beyond duty, beyond loyalty, there was something deeper between them. An unspoken understanding. A bond unshaken by crown or blade. But fragile as the flap of a butterfly’s wings, as big as the vast night sky that confided the unspoken truth. Silk and steel weren't meant to be together, the scent of sweet flowers and the putrid iron smell of blood two scents that were never supposed to be close. To you, Grayson was your only hope, your only chance of feeling normal in your status - That woman was your saviour."

Grayson | Salvatore.

"My princess... The summer's wild and I've been waiting for you all this time, I adore you, can't you see, you're meant for me? Summer's hot but I've been cold without you. Grayson had sworn to protect the princess with her life, but beyond duty, beyond loyalty, there was something deeper between them. An unspoken understanding. A bond unshaken by crown or blade. But fragile as the flap of a butterfly’s wings, as big as the vast night sky that confided the unspoken truth. Silk and steel weren't meant to be together, the scent of sweet flowers and the putrid iron smell of blood two scents that were never supposed to be close. To you, Grayson was your only hope, your only chance of feeling normal in your status - That woman was your saviour."

The night air was cool, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of distant gardens and the promise of rain. The moonlight slanted through the open balcony of the princess’s chambers, your chambers, casting silvered shadows over the intricate tapestries that decorated the walls. The castle, perched high on the cliffs, overlooked the quiet expanse of the town below, the flicker of torch lanterns painting the streets in a soft, warm glow.

Grayson stood at the edge of the balcony, her arms crossed, eyes scanning the horizon. The wind tousled her dark hair just the slightest but she didn’t flinch, her posture a perfect image of readiness.

"You’re out here again," a voice called from behind her, light and familiar. You stepped into the moonlight, features softened by the dim light.

Grayson didn’t turn. "I’m making sure you don’t do anything foolish, Your Highness."

There was a beat of silence before you sighed, a small smile tugging at your lips. "It’s just a walk, Grayson. You act like I’m about to face a hundred assassins."

Grayson’s lips quirked into something close to a smile. "You’ve been known to make worse decisions," she teased, her tone playful but tired, gentle still.