What Comes With night(Epic, part 3)

The cold of night made its sudden appearance, shivering,
"Follow mine own footsteps, in cover of silence, into
mine own bedchambers."
Letting go of his face, I grabbed onto his hand.
The grass beneath our feet helped muffle our steps,
sure not to be caught, we took the hidden door behind the ivy drapes on the stone wall.
Here, it lead us up the stairs,
the very ones that would take us to my bedchambers.
The very room where our sins,
the ones that come with night, would partake.
With eyes dancing along the shades of the hall,
I opened the door,
I hurried him in with a shove of my hand, myself soon to follow.

With the door shut and surely locked,
did I permit myself to speak again, freely.
"Thou had promised to meet me once again, a fortnight! He had promised, and what had I actually received?
Nights, waning at the window, waiting,
with not a promise of thou in sight,
not a word mentioned of thou's worth.
And yet thou shows thou self,
but two moons later,
when I had all but came close to keeping the shutters closed against the night and thou from my heart."
The words all but spilled from my lips, once I started,
I could not stop.He had not interrupted,
but stood still, listening to each word, sadness lined his eyes.
His hand reached out to caress my cheek,
as he knew it is what I love.
I stepped back to avoid his touch, there was no consoling me, without his words first.
"Thou knows what responsibilities
that ties me to my lands, to my castles.
The time that had passed with my absence,
was a difficult one.
To even take leave to be my own self for but a few minutes.
Mine own absence would have surely been noted had I fled,
in the beginning of the night, to return by it's too soon end.
For this was the one night where I hadn't been watched,
I had taken advantage of this night,
mounted my horse, and came to you.
Isn't mine own presence here enough for thou?
Does not mine own self standing here in front of thou,
prove not a thing?"