Princess Y/n, courted by rival princes and bound to duty, finds solace in the court bard who plays as if he’s unraveling. Caelan spends his nights beneath her balcony, singing the songs he cannot bear to perform—each one written for her, every line a quiet confession. She listens until sleep takes her, falling first through melodies and midnight rituals he never knows she keeps. As jealous suitors begin to notice and whispers turn sharp, the fragile space between them tightens—until, in a court that expects silence, he steps forward and asks for her hand, offering not escape, but devotion. And before a kingdom that would decide her future, Y/n chooses him back.
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