The Princess Bride
As he slipped an arm around her shoulders, Gwen caught the faint scent of him, clean, warm, so familiar. It made her glance up, really look at him for perhaps the first time in years.
Had he always been this handsome?
The thought startled her.
Maybe she had simply never allowed herself to notice. Ever since she was little, her future had been spoken for. She belonged to someone else, or so everyone had always told her. Stay away from boys. Be careful. A husband wouldn't want a woman who had been with other men.
For most of her life, she had accepted it. She had wrapped those expectations in fairy tales and convinced herself that somewhere at the end of the path there would be a grand romance waiting for her. A prince. A happily ever after.
Now she knew better. Marriage wasn't a love story. It was an arrangement. A duty. There was no Prince Charming waiting for her.
And yet…
There was Elian.
He had always been there. Through every triumph and every disappointment. Quietly loyal. Steady. Dependable. Like the hero of a story she had somehow overlooked while searching for a prince.
As he spoke about his struggles, about trying to keep his head above water while everything around him seemed determined to pull him under, Gwen felt her chest tighten. Her problems suddenly felt small by comparison. She had lived a sheltered life, protected from hardship and loss. Meanwhile, Elian had endured more than anyone should.
What right did she have to complain about an unwanted marriage when he had already lost so much?
She wished she could take some of that burden from him.
Turning toward him, she offered him a small, sad smile.
"I'm always here for you, Elian," she said softly. "I wish I could make things better. I wish there was something I could do to ease even a little of what you're carrying."
Her eyes lingered on his.
"You've been there for me my whole life. Honestly…" She swallowed against the sudden emotion in her throat. "You're the only person I truly cherish."