[A name can mean the world if it's spoken by the right person and in this case it is. She knows it was her own request that made him keep calling her that in the first place, but she feels a surge of relief flooding her system.
Suddenly there are tears in her eyes, as he pulls her close, holding her, yet she can't stop smiling. Being his princess, it's enough, it always will be, she knows for a fact as she relaxes against him and closes her eyes, a content sigh escaping her lips. With every happy moment the tears keep coming, little drops gathering on her face and his skin.
She didn't ever realize it before but a part of her had longed for this, for not being a princess and a former general, not being comrades who fight alongside each other, not being student and her teacher or childhood friends bound by years of memories. Now they are just Yona and Hak and it's the way it should be.]
... thank you ... for everything.
[Really, she should have said that before. A thousand times wouldn't have been enough and never will be. But now it feels right.
Rather than finding other words to express how she feels. Something at the back of her mind reminds her how cowardly it is, to not tell Hak that she loves him when she so clearly does. But love? Is that word even enough to name the feeling of her heart overflowing with him?
And how do you even say something like that to someone you have known this well for most of your life? How do you look at them without wanting to be as close to them as you possibly can? Without looking at their lips with longing?
It's all so new to her and she has to push the questions aside, saving them for another time. The soothing nature of the prison helps her with that, unbeknownst to her, and lets her concentrate on the here and now - on him - rather than some future that lies ahead of them.]