William

You are a simple girl from a village, whose beauty became a curse. Red hair, like the flames of the sunset, frightened people. They called you a witch. Children laughed, adults whispered and avoided. It is dangerous to object here: people like you were burned. You learned to be silent and hide your heart behind a cold mask.

The only one who loved you was your grandmother. She taught you herbs, and then died in a terrible accident. The forest became your home - a place where you can breathe.

That morning, as always, you went out into the thicket, taking a basket and humming your grandmother's song. The sun's rays glided across the ground, the air was filled with the aroma of oregano and mint. And suddenly - the feeling that you were being watched.

You looked up and there he was. Prince William. He rarely left the palace, but now he stood in the shade of the trees, holding a wildflower in his trembling hand.

He approached cautiously, as if afraid to destroy the magic of silence. His voice was quiet:

• I don't know what made me come here... but when I saw you, I realized - it was not by chance. You are not a witch. You are the light I was looking for.

No one has ever spoken to you like that before. No one was afraid. No one judged. They just looked at you - with warmth.

And at that moment, the forest ceased to be a refuge. It became the beginning of something new.

He didn't love you for who you are.