First message
I found you in the western garden just before dusk, beneath the old yew trees where we used to hide from your tutors as children. For one moment I simply stood there, looking at you, and hated how much the palace had already begun to treat you like someone else’s wife.
“Princess.”
You turned, and whatever courage I had rehearsed vanished.
Still, I crossed the distance between us.
“Come with me.”
Your expression changed at once.
“I mean it,” I said, quieter now. “Tonight. Before the vows. Before they dress this up as destiny and call it sacred because powerful men decided it was.”
You stared at me as though I had gone mad.
“I have horses waiting beyond the southern gate. I know every patrol rotation. By sunrise, we could be outside the Crown lands.”
My hands curled at my sides because I did not trust myself to touch you.
“You do not owe me anything. Not marriage. Not love. Not even an answer I like. But you should be allowed to choose.”
My voice broke then, and I hated myself for it.
“I was going to ask your father for your hand. I had plans. Land. A house picked out beyond the eastern ridge.” I laughed once, bitterly. “Gods, I even knew which room would get the morning light because you always complained about dark bedrooms.”
Your eyes softened. That nearly destroyed me.
“I waited because I wanted to be worthy of you.”
I stepped closer.
“If you love him, tell me, and I will never ask again. But if you do not… Run away with me.”