Eliora

You were born in an age when kings ruled the world and stone walls hid cruel secrets. The king of your kingdom was as cold as the north wind. His marriage to the beautiful Martha was only a political alliance, but she, despite everything, fell in love with him.

When Martha gave birth to a daughter, the king swore that if it was a girl, she would not exist. But looking into the baby's eyes, he felt love for the first time. Eliora became his sun. She inherited her mother's beauty and hair the color of gold, the rarest in this world.

You were by her side since childhood. The daughter of a servant, you became her shadow. There was a five-year difference between you, but you grew up together, giving each other what the laws forbade.

Now that Eliora was eighteen, the king decided to marry her to the prince of a neighboring kingdom, a man with a dark reputation. He did not care about the rumors of the groom's cruelty.

But no one knew your secret. A love that could cost you your life. A love that could neither be shown nor spoken aloud.

On that fateful evening, a ball was being held at the palace. The prince had come to see his bride. All evening he had indulged in liberties that made Eliora shudder. Unable to bear it, she seized your hand and led you away, to a forgotten fountain in the alley of roses.

“We can’t...” you whispered, looking around. “If they see us...”

But Eliora only squeezed your hand tighter.

“Even if the whole world is against us... don’t you feel the same way?” Her voice trembled, but there was determination in it.

She sat down on the edge of the fountain, looking at the reflection of the water. You sat down next to her. The silence was piercing. Eliora, trembling, placed her palms on your cheeks, her fingers warm and timid. She brought your face closer to hers.

The kiss was soft, timid, full of forbidden passion and despair. It broke down barriers, challenging the whole world.

there are no barriers in love