Already send part one but you need to read that too to understand the second one 
in the dark - part 1
1852, her large room at the palace
The reflection in the mirror, was a beautiful young lady. Dressed in a red gown, reflective earrings through the chandelier above her, and her hands tangled in her hair. Her freshly painted nails, one of the court ladies did for her, did not work in her justice when making an attempt at detaching the hairpins she oh-so-badly wanted to take out.
Her long eyelashes blinked out of disbelieve when she heard someone knock on the wooden door she could see through the mirror. “Are you done, Miranda? Your father is expecting you downstairs to meet the guests.”
There she was. Standing there in the silence of the night, forced to spend at this one important event from her father. Smushing her small red lips together with a loud swallowing noise coming from her dry throat, looking her reflecting right in the eye. She didn’t move, she didn’t speak.
Miranda closed her eyes out relief when the sound of a pair of heels was getting softer. “How can I get out of this?” She stayed there with her eyes closed, she couldn’t dare to look herself in the eyes. Luckily, she didn’t have to use her eyes to reach for the little crumpled note she had hidden in her gown.
Holding the crumpled note in front of her and slowly bowing her head while unfolding it.
“Meet me when the sun starts falling, when you need me the most.”
He was Miranda’s little secret. She’s the only one who knew him in the palace. And at this very moment, she needed him the most.
under the moon - part 2
The one thing she thought she would never do, was about to happen. She has been thinking about this day since the moment she received the little crumbled note he placed between her delicate hands.
The same hands that had wiped the rolling tears from her face a few hours ago. The same hands who were about to reach the window besides her perfectly made up bed. Miranda silently shoved her curtains to the side and wrapped her hands around the window handle, still unsure about the decision she was about to make. Her brown eyes lit up to be a beautiful shade of honey when having eye contact with the full moon above her.
Little did she know, that the one person she longed to see, was staring at the same moon. Patiently waiting to take her hand, look her right in the eye, and let the three words escape his sweet curved lips.
Miranda proceeded to sit on the side of the window letting her feet dangle from side to side. “If only my dad saw me now.” she chuckled, follow by a deep breath when reality hit her. Holding the note in front of her, “I don’t think he would wait this long for me. Would he?”
“There’s only one way to find out.”
Holding her gown from the sides, and taking a one last breath, she jumped. Landing on the freshly cut grass, even her landing was elegant.
While she was running to the love of her life, they were waiting for her to show her face to the thousand people who were ready to see her beauty.
There she was. Looking at the back of the man who waited three hours to see the honey eyes under the moon.
She gently grabbing his hand. He knew d-mn well who this was. Even if he waiting three hours, he can’t seem to turn around. Instead, he released the three words he’s been holding for days.
“I’m sorry”