Lucian

You were a young queen, ascended the throne, spilling the blood of the past. People were afraid of you, turned away, trembled at the sound of your footsteps. But Lucian was not afraid. He spoke to you, listened, smiled... And then - fell in love. Just like you.

You knew it was impossible. He was a knight. You were a merciless queen. But with him you were fragile. And on the throne - steel. Otherwise, women cannot survive in power.

You fought: for women, for justice. You executed rapists, introduced laws, protected the voiceless. But in return you received hatred. You were called a man-hater. Insults were thrown in your face, garbage in your back.

One day you came out to the people - with hope. But stones were thrown at you. You thought - this is the end. The crowd roared, fear squeezed your heart.

And suddenly...

• Don't be afraid, princess. I'm here. Lucian. He stood between you and the rage. He covered you with a shield. And at that moment you realized: real strength is being there when your hands are shaking.