Yellowcard...strangely inspirational for some pointless exposition.
<lj-cut text="you are my only one">
A single flame danced atop the candle in its cold iron holder. The light of the candle was the only light in the castle, making its way down the wing where the knights of the realm had their quarters.
Softly, the bearer of the flame knocked on the stout wooden door bearing the carving "Sir Hadrian."
"Who is there?" asked a soft, gruff voice from inside.
"Iria," said the dark blue-cloaked figure in a whisper.
She heard the sound of a deadbolt being slid open slowly, smoothly. Then the door flew open. Hadrian stood there in a loose white shirt and long cotton pants, a naked sword held before him. He saw her and sighed, lowering the blade. Stepping up to her, he cast a glance down the halls on either side of the door, then caught her up in his arms and kissed her tenderly.
Once they were parted, he stepped aside to allow her in. She set the candle down on a table and removed the cloak, her long dark hair falling down over shoulders from the bun it had been twisted into.
He motioned for her to sit beside him on the bed. She sat, their knees touching, and put her slim white hand over his dark, calloused one.
"There's too much for me to think about," he murmured. "I'm willing to take up the throne, but there's so much instability everywhere, and war, I'm afraid our enemies will see this is a prime time to attack, with our focuses elsewhere."
Iria nodded. "You know already, but I'm here at your side. For...anything."
He looked up at her. "There's another thing. It's very well for us to be...like this. But if I should become king, it wouldn't be proper."
She felt a sudden cold rush. Inwardly she drew away. Outwardly, he put his arm around her.
"No...I didn't mean it like that. I love you, Iria. I don't want you to leave me. I...I'd like for you to be Queen of Delrain. Will you?"
She leaned forward and kissed him gently. "Of course."
They were silent for a moment. "Did you think..." Hadrian trailed off. Iria nodded with a wry smile.
"I did. It was foolish."
"Don't worry about it now."
Iria made a twirling motion towards the fireplace. Hadrian watched idlely as she rolled a log around in the fireplace, sending a shower of sparks upwards using the power of her seemingly boundless magic.