A/N: Oh my heart and soul, this wonderful film and the pain it caused me. I had to write something in tribute to this OTP, for my shipper heart is broken.

You've won the battle, and you may well win the war. That matters to the General in you, the leader who made the choice to be strong a long time ago.

It doesn't matter to the princess who fell in love with him.

Sometimes, you think that nothing matters anymore.

But you are still a leader and there are still choices to be made. You can strategize and scheme, even smile if that is what your people need.

You have always known that what you need is not important.

(You needed him. You needed the twist of his smile and the sparks behind his eyes).

(You need).

There are years and words you would take back, but you cannot, and so you are grateful for what you had—a few moments that didn't last long enough, because they were the last.

On that first dreadful night, and on every night after, you will whisper, I love you.

Your only comfort is that he knows.