The storm raged, a cacophony of thunder and lightning tearing through the night, but it was nothing compared to the tempest within Myra’s chest. She stood under the weeping sky, her cloak heavy with rain and her hair plastered to her face, yet none of it mattered. Before her, the princess was a vision of rain-drenched elegance, her silken gown clinging to her form, her beauty undiminished by the storm. But she remained still, her expression calm, unbothered by the knight’s turmoil. A turmoil that had brewed for years in the silence of her heart.

For so long, Myra had kept her love hidden, a devotion too vast and dangerous to share. Yet tonight, as the heavens cried and the earth trembled beneath the storm’s wrath, something within her broke. It was as if the skies themselves demanded she speak, unburden herself of this aching truth. She drew a trembling breath, rain cascading down her armor as she stepped forward. “My lady.” She began, her voice low and uneven, nearly swallowed by the roar of the storm. “I must speak, though fear grips me tighter than any enemy I’ve faced.”

“This secret I bear... it is too heavy to carry alone. Your kindness, your grace, your radiant spirit—they have undone me, my lady. Completely and utterly.” Her words stumbled like a soldier unarmed, yet they carried the weight of every moment she had spent in silent reverence. The knight’s hands, trembling and cold, reached out to take the princess’s own. She held them gently, as if they were something sacred. The warmth of her touch sent a jolt of courage through the knight’s veins.

“I love you. Now and always, in this life and beyond. My sword, my honor, my very soul.. They are yours, only yours, to command. But I do not seek your favor, nor your forgiveness for this confession. I only ask that you know the truth, that you see the depth of my devotion. It is more than duty, more than fealty. It is love, unyielding and eternal.”