She had no idea how powerful he was or how renowned he had been in his homeland. All she knew was that he was the man who had walked toward her with a smile in the golden sunset: gentle and honest, courteous and refined. Though he was long past his youth, his elegant bearing and generous heart surpassed those of any young nobleman.
Theme: If longing for you is futile, then let me at least indulge in my melancholy.
