"Then, how do you intend to prove yourself?" The Elder Druid's stern voice cascade from the throne above, "How will you prove that you did not come here to hurt him,to strip him of his scales, or betray him once again, as your ancestors once did to us? You had already break his heart once, young king; now give me a reason to not banish you and your people out of my forest!"
Wilhelm clenched his teeth. He knew that everyone was watching him - General Farlan and his soldiers, the allied army of the elves, the Fauns, the dragons; the word he was about to say would decide the fate, for the empire, for Terranuon, and for how their own story would come to an close. He promptly ignored their stares; instead he focus on that one person. He didn’t really know if Ain’dal would notice, but he hoped his thoughts would reach him along with his gaze.
Murmurs of surprise erupted around him. His soldiers astonished by the blasphemous confession of homosexuality, the elves by his blunt honesty; and he simply refused to look away from Ain’dal, who stood on the altar, motionless, only slightly turning his head towards him, his robes fluttering and rustling in the wind.
"Because I love him," the young human king repeated again, this time loud and firm. "For he is the blood of my blood, the bone of my bone, the heart of my heart. He is the other half of my soul. If I had known what had happened on that day twelve years ago, I-" He paused, feeling as if the heaviness in his chest had become much lighter. "I regretted it, deeply. I won’t say things like 'if I could return back in time', because what happened simply happened, but ..."
“ - Please," he said, not to the Elder Druid, but to the last Argent Dragon in the world, to his companion, to his lover; at this moment he was finally able to feel Aindal's gaze again, slightly blurry, but still as warm as in his memory. "- Allow me to walk beside you, once again."