How could I forget the night we first met.

Under the moonlight glow, you shined brighter than any stars in the heaven. When your eyes set upon mine it felt like we have known each other long ago though we never met. I still remember hearing such enchanting melody while strolling down by the shore. Curiously, I followed where the sound began and I found you, sitting on the stone close to shore.

You - creature with not legs but tail, not skin but scales and tears of pearls instead of liquid. One look, and I knew: this must be Lord's most divine creation. Your voice, soothing, soft and alluring as if you were calling out to someone or something. As the song drifted through the air, the wind and wave swayed gently, tenderly along with that mystical tune. So beautiful...

You are beautiful.

The place became our secret hide-out ever since. Every sunset, from dusk to dawn. Slowly, we became acquaintance. We never talked, not with our voices. We spoke through the eyes and touches, but we would still understood what the other was saying without using a word. For just a while, it felt like forever and there was nothing more I could asked for but this everlasting bond - this eternal dream we shared.

Yet, a dream is still a dream.

It was never my intention to wed or to be wed, but fate had other plans. The wedding, the rings and vows. Everything. All at once. It happened so quickly I felt like being drowned by the tides. I tried to run, but bound by the duty of carrying the kingdom on my shoulders. I knew what it meant - the choice I made.

'' We could never share that dream again. I would not see you again. "

Frightened by my own thoughts, I trembled. Fear soon surrounded me, haunted me with those pearly eyes of yours and sky-like hair swinged in the wind. And your voice, your touch,...everything. My heart fluttered every time you crossed my mind. In that moment, I finally realized: you owned me and I had always been yours, from now to forevermore.

With such overdue feelings awakened by my foolishness, I ran to the sea - to the place where unspoken promises could only be heard by the waves and wind.

I ran to you.

The song you once sang, I heard it no more. As my foot lay upon the golden sand under the radiant sun, pearls were scattered down by coastline. My heart grew heavier in each steps I took, following the trail of those pearls until I found you, sitting on the same stone with eyes rimmed in sorrows and voice worn raw from the song you kept singing, calling out for someone who took too long to arrive. You have been waiting, and waiting. You called for me, but there were no responses. I still remember the rage I took upon myself when I realized had I arrive any later, I would have lived with regrets until my last breath.

Then, you turned to me with those sorrowful eyes soon swept away with a delighted smile once you had seen my figure. I admitted I almost forgot how beauteous that smile was. Slowly I walked to you whilst admiring your wondrous beauty under the sunset gleam once again, oblivious of the consequence a King shall bear for leaving his throne.

I reached out my hand, waiting for you to put yours in mine. We were one step away from one to another, but still too far away. Before your smile faded away, before your hand could touched mine or even before I could embraced you again, you fell down from the rock. Right into my arms. The arrow pierced through your chest right where your beating heart layed. Your body quickly turned cold as I held you in quiver. All my life the enemy I thought my hatred must leaned toward were adjacent nation until that very moment had I learned that it was more than just land and people - it was time. As the sun switfly slipped beaneath the horizon and the night began to unfurled, you slowly fade away, dissolving like fragile sea foam into the breeze. You reached for my face for the last time with a smile. How bitterly absurd it was - the way your smile was radiant with blissful happiness even as you were vanishing in my arms like a dream I could not hold.

Even now, as I am rotting in the dungeon, waiting for the judgement though I already knew what that shall be, I never look back or question to whom the arrow belongs nor have I ever condemn them - her, to be exact. It is no longer than a week for the execution to occured publicly, in front of the Kingdom once were mine to rule, now in the hand of the woman I wed. Frankly, I bear no regrets leaving the people and land in her hand for I know she is more capable of a ruler than I am.

Once the time comes for me to answer the Lord's summoning to heaven, I am and shall do so with grace and delight for beyond the horizon where the sea and skyline meets, you are there, waiting...