There had been a few occasions in which he had been so certain he was about to die.

Nevertheless, confessing love to the lady one adores usually should not result in such feelings; it was something one could easily do.

But even though Alaric had fought in wars, got nearly pierced by a spear and even succumbed to the plague, he had never felt such terror as now, as he was looking at Lady Leana.

The lady was one of a kind; breathtaking beauty paired with an unlike wit. She was standing at her castle’s window, her amber colored hair swaying in the wind. Her lips formed a line, her eyebrows were furrowed; Leana did not seem amused.

“What is it you are doing, Alaric?” She asked, looking down at the man standing at the foot of the castle.

Lady Leana could not deny it; the man’s features were incredibly handsome. Dark blue eyes paired with black, long hair; surely a delightful view.

Leana gazed over the attire; next to the Knight sat a musician; a calm-looking old man with a lyre.

Without a response, Alaric signaled the man to start singing. Lovely sounds filled the air, and a velvety voice started singing about the one thing Alaric wanted Leana to know so badly.

It was love. Particularly, the kind of love Alaric experienced whenever he was near her.

Lady Leana’s eyes widened; of course she had been sung to before; yet Alaric’s eyes were more sincere; and filled with anticipation. How might she react, to this song of love, written solely for her?

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Minne: courtly love between a knight and a noblewoman, often expressed in love songs called ‘Minnesang’.