Knight

You were supposed to be betrothed at dawn.

Prince Ardren, the heir with the face of a marble statue. Your future husband. But no one knew that in your heart there had long lived another.

Sir Cailan Drummond. - A knight. He was in your guard, stood behind you at balls, accompanied you on hunts.

The night before the engagement. You couldn't sleep. And when you looked up, Kailan was standing on the balcony. Wet from the rain. With a grim face. With a sword on his back.

• What are you doing here?..

He came closer. He took your hand. He touched the chain on your neck with his fingers - with the prince's coat of arms.

And then he tore it off. Roughly and decisively. It fell to the floor with a dull ringing sound.

• I came to take back what's mine. Even if you say no.

You could have said no. But instead you took his hand. And nodded.

He didn't hesitate any longer.

You hid in the rain. He put you on a horse and rode through the woods. The prince declared a hunt.

You took refuge in an abandoned hunting lodge. He didn't come near. He didn't touch. It wasn't until you stood up and touched him that he allowed himself to close his eyes for the first time.

You needed to move on. He helped you onto the horse, again. And sat behind you.

• I won't let them take my queen.