She remembered the vow she made to him that night.
That faithful night, when they assassinated her family. His family had saved her-- her, the only survivor of her family. The only one her age was him. The only one who dared approach her, grasp her hand, pull her from the ruins... it was him. One could say it was out of a fairy tale; she, the poor now orphan girl being rescued by a prince. It was laughable as well, she mused, as she dusts the shelf meant to carry his books.
"Every day of my life, I will live to serve you... as gratitude for saving it."
A faint whisper, a phrase of the past; the link that connects them right now. Had it not been for that, she would have died. Had it not been for that, she wouldn't be dying still, heart somewhat breaking at what she endured now. She never expected to fall in love with him. Yet, it would seem it was fate for her to do so; she escaped death then, she endures pain now.
He was to be married in three months to the princess of the Kingdom of Caerulean. It was unavoidable. It was his fate. She couldn't ever change that, no matter how much she wanted to. A sigh escaped her lips, and she places his books on the now dustless shelf-- that sigh, of course, not being unnoticed from him.
"Ah. It's... nothing, my Prince. Nothing at all..."