Downfall of Nobility

When he opened his eyes, it was as if nothing had changed. Yet what Galen saw was more than his eyes could contain. Everything conjured up memories, memories of Andros.
Particularly, there was still Serena before him, walked away slowly on the level below. Galen watched her in her each pace, another thought crept into his mind, his own this time. She is so sad, and yet so noble and beautiful in her sadness. He could sense her sadness, sadness in her own noble spirit, because of her own noble spirit.
“Nobility is like all good intentions, symbolic in conception, lamed and saddened by limitations and imperfections of origins.” Andros said in his mind, moving his eyes toward the garden level.
Along a walkway between rows of flowered trees, a young man walked with a young woman at a lovers’ pace. Though the garden is at least ten levels below, Galen’s mind focused in, and he felt he could observe every movement and expression.
“My lady Kalia, let me have this moment a little longer.” Galen heard the young man say, as he smilingly turned toward her and stared into her eyes. He held her hands, but did not attempt to pull her close to him. Almost purposefully, he was taking in her beauty.
Slowly, hesitantly, the young woman pulled away her hands, and looked away shyly. “Do not stare so hard, my lord Andros. It is unbecoming of your noble status.” She said with a light blush.
"I didn't mean to offend you, my lady Kalia. I cannot help but to wanting to admire you." The young man chased her with his eyes, and did not give up so easily.
"I'm not offended." She continued her strode in the garden.
"Tomorrow the emissary of former Prince will come to finalize my brothal."
"oh? I did not realize it's time."
"I shall renounce my betrothal to the Princess, and use this opportunity to announce our betrothal."
She turned in a flash to him in shock. "No, you can't, Lord Andros."
"Why not, my lady Kalia? I love you, and you love me. That's enough reasons for me to follow my heart tomorrow."
"I fear, my lord Andros."
"For what, my beloved."
"I fear the tendency of our youth, that we may change our hearts in time. What we burn too passionately will dim with our age. Surly you know this as well as I do."
Galen thought for a moment while looking into her ernest expression. "I do know this, but I'm not afraid. I know, with every opportunity of happiness, there are always risks of troubles and heartache. No one but the Gods can calculate the opportunities, nor the risks. I shall be glad to be able to love you deeply for moments, than to let fears keep me from those moments."
She looked down, letting her hair cover her face in silence. As he waited for her, he observed two drops of tears, one after the other, marking her dress below. He reached out and placed his hands on her shoulders gently.
As she slowly raised her gaze back to his face, she said with a small laugh, "You always knew how to make me cry with terrible poetry, my Lord Andros. But I swear to you, my Lord, this is the very last time. I will never again succumb to your most aweful, and yet moving, literary charms."
He smiled, cupping her cheeks with his hand and wiping her tears away, "My loveliest Lady Kalia, all you have to do to silence my bad poetry, is to kiss me."
She chuckled again. Slyly, she grinned at him. "Doesn't court etiquettes require that the man initiates all kisses, and the lady accepts or refuses at her leisure?"
He grinned slyly back. "Well, I am going to be the next Grand Duke of the Isle. Which means I can change the court etiquettes of this nation some day. But if you insist upon following the etiquettes, next time, I will kiss you, and you recite bad poetry. Or..."
She cut him off in mid sentence by placing her right hand gently over his lips. "Oh just be quiet. I'll kiss you! But you are not going to have the last words!"
With that, she embraced him and kissed him deeply.