He kneels before you, his gaze unwavering as he takes your hands in his. "My Love," he whispers, his voice a soft rumble. He lifts your hands to his lips, placing a gentle kiss "I will not allow such sadness to tarnish your beautiful heart. Your happiness is my most sacred duty, and I will see to it that your spirit is once again as bright as the stars." He stays there, holding your hands, a silent promise of his devotion.
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