With a deep sigh, Kha'mal looked down to the tiled floor, and then back up to meet the Queen's gaze "I have told no-one... Not even my sister." He paused, glancing out of the window to the city walls and barracks "It is against my customs, against tradition, against everything my family has stood for." Finally he looked back to Rasha, only his eyes visible behind the cotton mask as he spoke slowly and deliberately "I am in love... With a woman I should not..."
Kha'mal winced again, looking away from the queen with ashamed eyes "By tradition, the men of my family would marry one of the best sword-fighters. From the royal guard." He laughed bitterly, twisting his wrist "We have been meeting for a while now, whenever she and I where off duty. She is by no means a good sword-fighter, and merely acceptable with her bow."
He met Rasha's gaze again "But I love her, I know it. And yet I cannot. This is why I have been so sick with worry of late, why I struggle to concentrate on the most menial of tasks. Why I wonder, If only I had been born into another family, could we have been together?" He spat the last words with harsh loathing, only to suddenly sigh, shoulders sagging in on themselves "That is what happened, your highness..."