His one hand was loosely wrapped around her body, holding her without being restricting, while the other moved to untangle itself from her hair. He smiled and hummed, kissing her one cheek and lightly caressing her other cheek with his knuckles. "That means the world to me," he murmured, "And so do you." Right now, it didn't feel like a prince and a farm girl—it felt like him and Lily. It felt like happiness and love. It felt like warmth in a cold world. It felt right, and Rhydar didn't need anyone telling him what he could and couldn't feel towards this amazing girl. He didn't need his mother saying he needed to pick a noble girl. He didn't need the dukes and duchesses judging his decisions. He only needed his precious flower with him, in his arms, her wonderful scent wrapping around him in a flowery blanket, her soft hair spilling around her beautiful face, her bright eyes gazing at him with comfort and affection, her kind words, her adorable blush—he needed Lily.