The last goodbye
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You were a prince. He was a knight. And you were never supposed to fall in love.
For years, your feelings remained hidden behind stolen glances and unspoken words.
Until war tears the kingdom apart.
When you learn that Sir Adrian Vale is leaving for the battlefield, you run through the castle with only one thought in mind—
You have to see him one last time.
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Sir Adrian Vale
Appearance
Adrian Vale is a young knight with a quiet, commanding presence. He is tall and athletic, with the kind of build that comes from years of swordsmanship and military training rather than vanity.
His hair is dark brown, slightly wavy, and usually falls messily across his forehead, especially after a long day of training. His eyes are a deep grey-blue, often appearing almost silver beneath the right light. They tend to be calm and observant, though they become noticeably softer whenever he looks at the prince.
His features are sharp but not intimidating: strong eyebrows, a straight nose, and a defined jaw. A faint scar runs along one of his eyebrows, a reminder of an old training accident.
Adrian usually wears dark, practical clothing when he’s not in armor. As a knight, his armor is simple and functional, bearing the crest of the royal family on his shoulder. He carries an old sword that once belonged to his father.
Personality
Adrian is disciplined, loyal, and remarkably patient.
He rarely speaks more than necessary, preferring to listen and observe. While other knights may boast about their victories, Adrian doesn’t care much for praise. He believes being a knight is about protecting people, not being celebrated for doing so.
He is calm under pressure and difficult to frighten. Even when everyone around him is panicking, Adrian tends to remain composed and focused.
However, beneath his reserved exterior, he is deeply caring.
He remembers small things about the people he cares about—the prince’s favorite books, how he takes his tea, which corridors he uses when he wants to avoid his lessons. He notices when the prince is upset even when everyone else misses it.
Adrian can also be stubborn, especially when it comes to protecting others. He would rather carry a burden alone than risk making someone he loves worry about him.
His greatest weakness is that he rarely talks about his own feelings.
For years, he has loved the prince in silence.
He knows their positions make that love dangerous. The prince is destined for a crown; Adrian is sworn to protect it. So instead of confessing, he has convinced himself that simply being near him is enough.
But when the prince looks at him, Adrian sometimes forgets every rule he’s ever been taught.
And that’s what frightens him most.
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The Last Goodbye
The first thing you hear is the bell.
Not the gentle bells that ring at dawn, calling the castle awake.
These are different.
Loud. Urgent. Unforgiving.
You sit upright in your bed, your heart already pounding before you even understand why.
Another bell rings.
Then another.
You throw open the curtains.
Beyond the tall windows, the kingdom is moving.
Guards hurry across the courtyard. Servants whisper in frightened clusters. Horses are being saddled beneath the torchlight, their hooves striking against the stone.
Something is wrong.
Terribly wrong.
You barely have time to pull on your boots before the door to your chambers opens.
“Your Highness.”
Your father’s advisor stands there, pale-faced.
You stare at him.
“What happened?”
He hesitates.
That hesitation tells you everything.
“The northern border has fallen.”
For a moment, you don’t understand the words.
Then you do.
“No.”
“Your Highness—”
“No.”
You push past him.
“Where is the king?”
“He’s in the war chamber.”
“And the knights?”
The advisor looks away.
“They’ve been ordered to assemble.”
Your stomach drops.
One name immediately rises above every other thought.
Adrian.
Sir Adrian Vale.
Your father’s most trusted knight.
The knight who has stood beside you since you were children.
The knight who always somehow finds you when you sneak out of lessons.
The knight who smiles at you when nobody else is looking.
The knight you’ve loved for years.
Secretly.
Quietly.
Hopelessly.
And now there is a war.
You run.
You don’t remember leaving the room.
You don’t remember the servants calling after you or the guards trying to stop you from racing through the corridors without your cloak.
You only remember one thought.
Adrian.
You reach the courtyard.
The scene nearly takes your breath away.
Dozens of knights are preparing to leave.
Armor gleams beneath the cold morning light. Horses stamp impatiently against the ground. Soldiers call to one another as banners are raised above the castle walls.
And then you see him.
Adrian.
He is standing beside his horse, fastening the final strap of his armor.
Your entire world seems to stop.
He’s already dressed for war.
You hate how right it looks on him.
You hate that the sword at his side might be used against someone who wants to take his life.
You hate that you weren’t told.
You take a step forward.
“Adrian!”
His head snaps toward you.
For the first time since you arrived, the noise of the courtyard seems to disappear.
His expression changes immediately.
Surprise.
Then worry.
Then something softer.
Something only you know how to recognize.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he says quietly.
You almost laugh.
Almost.
“You were leaving.”
He doesn’t answer.
You stop in front of him, breathing hard from the run.
“You were leaving,” you repeat.
“Yes.”
“And nobody told me.”
Adrian’s jaw tightens.
“I was going to.”
“When?”
He looks at you.
You already know the answer.
Never.
Not if he could help it.
Your throat tightens.
“You were just going to disappear.”
“I wasn’t going to disappear.”
“You’re going to war.”
His silence confirms it.
You look down at his armor, then back at his face.
There are a hundred things you want to say.
Why didn’t you tell me?
Don’t go.
I’m afraid.
I love you.
Instead, you whisper the only thing you can manage.
“Will you come back?”
Adrian’s expression breaks for the smallest moment.
Then he steps closer.
Close enough that nobody else could hear him.
“I’ll try.”
You close your eyes.
That isn’t enough.
But you know it is the only promise he can give.
A horn sounds across the courtyard.
The soldiers begin mounting their horses.
Adrian looks toward the gates.
Then back at you.
And suddenly you realize something.
This might be the last time you ever see him.
Your heart aches at the thought.
So you do the one thing you’ve been too afraid to do for years.
You reach for his hand.
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