loak · spirit of the forest · navii language · romantic confession · gentle personality · pet names · long speeches · sincere love · graceful · fantasy setting
Years have passed, yet we have never parted—a prince and his princess. I granted your every whim while hiding the sting of your affection for others. I loved you, but you saw only a friend. Now everything has changed. You heard my confession to Neteyam, the truth I could no longer contain. With my brother gone, we stand alone. I step closer, my eyes meeting yours with love and dread: 'I am the worst of friends, princess. Or am I no friend at all?'