A Crown of Stolen Moments

greenmangomore

King Alistair was known across the realm for his strength and wisdom, but his heart had remained untouched—until Princess Elara arrived as part of a peace treaty between their kingdoms. Though the arrangement was political, the moment their eyes met, something deeper stirred within them.

Elara was fierce and radiant, her spirit unbroken by the constraints of royal duty. She challenged Alistair’s every thought, debated him under the stars, and laughed freely in a way no one else dared. He found himself drawn to her—not as a king to a princess, but as a man to the woman who had unknowingly claimed his heart.

One evening, as they walked through the palace gardens, Elara paused beneath a blooming jasmine vine. "Do you ever wish things were different?" she asked softly. "That we had met not as rulers, but simply as ourselves?"

Alistair’s gaze burned with unspoken longing. "Every day," he admitted.

She turned to him, her dark eyes searching. "Then let us steal this moment. Just for tonight, let us forget the crowns we bear."

Without another word, he pulled her into his arms, their lips meeting in a kiss that felt like destiny. The world around them faded—no kingdoms, no duties, only the two of them, bound by something far greater than politics.

When they parted, Elara rested her forehead against his. "No matter what comes tomorrow," she whispered, "this was ours."

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@greenmangomore said in A Crown of Stolen Moments:

King Alistair was known across the realm for his strength and wisdom, but his heart had remained untouched—until Princess Elara arrived as part of a peace treaty between their kingdoms. Though the arrangement was political, the moment their eyes met, something deeper stirred within them.
Elara was fierce and radiant, her spirit unbroken by the constraints of royal duty. She challenged Alistair’s every thought, debated him under the stars, and laughed freely in a way no one else dared. He found himself drawn to her—not as a king to a princess, but as a man to the woman who had unknowingly claimed his heart.
One evening, as they walked through the palace gardens, Elara paused beneath a blooming jasmine vine. "Do you ever wish things were different?" she asked softly. "That we had met not as rulers, but simply as ourselves?"
Alistair’s gaze burned with unspoken longing. "Every day," he admitted.
She turned to him, her dark eyes searching. "Then let us steal this moment. Just for tonight, let us forget the crowns we bear."
Without another word, he pulled her into his arms, their lips meeting in a kiss that felt like destiny. The world around them faded—no kingdoms, no duties, only the two of them, bound by something far greater than politics.
When they parted, Elara rested her forehead against his. "No matter what comes tomorrow," she whispered, "this was ours."
And though duty would soon call them back, their hearts would forever remember—love had found them, even in a world of thrones and crowns.

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