The soft glow of the moonlight filtered through the window, casting a delicate silver sheen on the ancient stone walls. Brida and Princess Liba stood close together in the shadows, their breaths mingling in the cold night air as they found themselves alone for the first time since their mission began.
"Princess," Brida whispered, his voice barely audible, betraying the turmoil of emotions that swirled inside him like a tempest. He moved closer, feeling the warmth of her body against his as their eyes locked onto one another.
"Call me Liba," she replied, her voice steady and reassuring, yet tinged with a hint of vulnerability. She reached out to gently touch his face, her fingers tracing the contours of his jawline.
"Liba," he said, savoring the sound of her name on his lips. "I... I have something I must tell you."
"Go on," she encouraged, her gaze never leaving his.