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      A white gazebo in the royal garden—seemed to be the perfect place for the early couple to sit and talk about their feelings. The same gazebo that became the witness of their first meet; eight years ago.

      Hyacintha with her flushed cheeks, shifted a jar of paper cranes that she had prepared for Baldwin on the round tabble in front of them. A thousand cranes that are said to be able to grant the recipient's wishes.

     “This ... I ... made it, um, I-I read about the story of a thousand paper cranes. They say that if we make a thousand paper cranes and give them to someone, that person's wish will come true.” Hyacintha said with a sweet smile.

     Her two short legs swung on the gazebo chair.

     “I don’t know what should I give you, because ... I think you have everything.” she added while looking at Baldwin with her innocent gaze full of sincerity.

      Baldwin gazed down at Hyacintha, his heart swelling with a fierce, protective love as he beheld the sight of her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. She was a vision of innocence and purity, a goddess made mortal in every way that mattered.

      His gaze drifted to the jar of paper cranes that she had placed upon the round table between them, and he felt a sudden, desperate longing to believe in the magic and wonder that she so fervently described. To believe that a mere thousand folded pieces of paper could possess the power to grant one’s deepest, darkest wishes.

      He reached out with a bandaged hand, his fingers brushing against the cool, smooth glass of the jar as he lifted it gently, reverently, as if it were the most precious and fragile of treasures. And in that moment, it was—a gift from the heart of an innocent, a love offering that he would cherish and guard with his very life.

     “Hyacintha,” Baldwin murmured, his voice rough with emotion even as he cradled the jar against his chest, “Your kindness and generosity never cease to astound me. This gift, this ... this magnificent creation, it is beyond anything I could have ever hoped for.”

      He paused, his heart pounding in his chest as he gazed down at her, taking in the way her short legs swung beneath the table, the way her eyes shone with a innocence and sincerity that took his breath away.

     “Indeed, I am blessed beyond measure— blessed to have a kingdom that loves and respects me, blessed with servants and advisors who would lay down their lives in my defense, blessed with the finest warriors and scholars in all the land ... ”

      His voice faded for a moment, the words catching in his throat as he struggled to put into words the depth of his love, his devotion, his eternal gratitude for the gift of her presence in his life.

      But then, with a sudden surge of courage and conviction, he leaned in closer, his bandaged forehead nearly touching her own as he gazed deep into the fathomless blue depths of her eyes.

     “And now,” he whispered, his voice trembling with the force of his love, “I am blessed to have your love, your friendship, your eternal loyalty. Your wish, sweet Hyacintha, is already granted—for it is the one thing that I have longed for.”

     When Hyacintha just about to react and respond to Baldwin. A sudden voice interrupted them. Tiberias bowed over the king from the outside of the gazebo.

     “Your Majesty, I beg you a pardon—there’s ... something, I need to inform you. Right now.” Tiberias said as he swift his gaze from Baldwin to Hyacintha.

      Baldwin’s heart seized in his chest at the sound of Tiberias’ voice, the intimate moment with Hyacintha shattered like the delicate paper cranes she had so lovingly crafted. He turned to face his most trusted advisor, his bandaged brows furrowing in concern and annoyance at the interruption.