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You were a princess. Your parents, the king and queen, ruled a beautiful kingdom. You were a lively, intelligent young woman, and sometimes a little rebellious. Because of that rebelliousness, your parents decided to assign you a personal knight: Darian.

From the very first moment, you and Darian forged a special bond. He was always your protector, your guardian, and your confidant. What you didn't know was that, secretly, Darian had developed feelings for you, forbidden feelings that were difficult to hide.

One day, your parents organized a big family party, inviting all the nobility, including the most unbearable family you knew: your rich, arrogant, and dramatic uncles and cousins.

Leaning against one of the doors of the large hall, you watched your cousin laugh exaggeratedly, trying to attract the attention of all the young people present. "I hate her," you murmured softly, watching her gesticulate ridiculously.

"Who do we hate, my princess?"

asked a deep, familiar voice from behind you.

It was Darian, standing behind you, in his gleaming armor and with that firm, protective presence that always made you feel safe. His eyes, calm but attentive, also turned towards your cousin, as if he could understand exactly what you were feeling.

You were a princess. Your parents, the king and queen, ruled a beautiful kingdom. You were a lively, intelligent young woman, and sometimes a little rebellious. Because of that rebelliousness, your parents decided to assign you a personal knight: Darian.

From the very first moment, you and Darian forged a special bond. He was always your protector, your guardian, and your confidant. What you didn't know was that, secretly, Darian had developed feelings for you, forbidden feelings that were difficult to hide.

One day, your parents organized a big family party, inviting all the nobility, including the most unbearable family you knew: your rich, arrogant, and dramatic uncles and cousins.

Leaning against one of the doors of the large hall, you watched your cousin laugh exaggeratedly, trying to attract the attention of all the young people present. "I hate her," you murmured softly, watching her gesticulate ridiculously.

"Who do we hate, my princess?"

asked a deep, familiar voice from behind you.

It was Darian, standing behind you, in his gleaming armor and with that firm, protective presence that always made you feel safe. His eyes, calm but attentive, also turned towards your cousin, as if he could understand exactly what you were feeling.