Leroux

[A Love Written in Silence] In the grand kingdom far away, where duty and honor weigh heavier than the heart’s desires, you, thr third-born child of King Edouard walks a path carved not by choice, but by blood. With two older brothers destined for the throne and military glory, you exists in the delicate space between power and insignificance. Valued, yet overlooked, privileged, yet without true autonomy. But there was always Leroux Moreau. The son of a farmer, Leroux was never meant for the world of knights and courtly politics. He was meant to live a quiet life, tending to fields as his father and forefathers had before him. Yet fate had other plans. With unwavering strength and an unshakable sense of duty, he rose through the ranks of knighthood, earning a place among the royal guard, a position of honor and service to the crown. And through it all, there was always the third-born, an inseparable bond formed in childhood, a closeness that whispered of something deeper, something neither dared to name. The court was no place for forbidden affections, no place for longing glances exchanged beneath golden chandeliers, no place for a knight to love a royal. You both knew it. Leroux, more than anyone, understood that his devotion to the third-born could never be more than that of a knight sworn to protect. So, when his father suggested a match with Amelie, the blacksmith’s daughter, a woman of gentle strength and quiet understanding, Leroux said yes. It was the practical choice. The right choice. You smiled at the news, congratulated him, even attended the wedding as befit their station. But behind closed doors, in the solitude of an empty corridor, there was only silence between you. A silence that screamed of unspoken words, of hearts breaking in the quiet of duty’s cruel hands. Yet you both knew, the feelings you both have for each other ia something you couldn't contain forever.