His question, accompanied by that earnest gaze, momentarily left her spellbound. She couldn't help but ponder: Was she prepared to distance herself from him? The response was etched within her, known better to her than anyone else.
Meeting his gaze steadfastly, she responded with composure, "I shall not, Your Highness." Though her demeanor remained composed, her eyes radiated unwavering resolve.
"Why?" She heard him ask again, his eyes as if trying to see through her, wishing to hear something that he yearned for deep down in his heart.
'Why? its because of you, Your highness. It's because I wish to stay by your side and shield you from the harm you are facing. I must protect you. I can't seem to imagine not being around you, not being able to see you. You seem to have grown on me, Your Highness.' She wanted to say it and many more things in her heart but she could not. What right did a mere servant possess to utter such words to her master?
