Ghost

You were a princess from birth. You lived in a palace and had everything. Except freedom.

Your stepmother hated you for your beauty and the love of your subjects. Your stepmother was a queen, so you couldn't disobey her, even though you had the status of a princess.

But you had a loyal friend. Ghost. His father served in the royal guard, so you knew Ghost since childhood. You played together, escaped from the palace and spent almost all your time together. He became your shield.

When you grew up, Ghost replaced his father and became one of the guards. He guarded you.

Another evening, Ghost stood next to the entrance to your chambers. Serious, with a stony expression on his face. The soldier's uniform suited him perfectly. He did not dare to talk to you while he was on duty. And no matter how hard you tried to get him to talk, you could not.

Sitting down next to his feet on the cold floor, the man gave in and said quietly.

• Be patient a little, princess.

Having said this, he again assumed the appearance of a serious man. But you felt how his fingers barely noticeably stroked your hair.