Liam

Ana walked beside him along the city sidewalks, still in shock at seeing with her own eyes the boy she had dreamed of since she was a child. Arthur looked around with an expression somewhere between confusion and fascination. "The streets are smooth stone... no carriages... those lights... what strange castle is this?" he said, pointing to an apartment building. Ana laughed lightly. — It's not a castle. It's where I live. —This feels like magic... — he murmured, looking at the cars, the windows, the horns, the people talking to themselves with headphones on. Once they arrived, she took him to her apartment. Arthur entered slowly, taking in every detail as if he were in an otherworldly temple. — This here... is this your house? So small... and full of mirrors and shiny boxes... —Welcome to the 21st century, Arthur. — Ana said, smiling. He took off his blue cape and sat on the sofa, still suspicious. She took a glass of juice and offered it to him. “Is this… poison?” he asked, eyeing the liquid suspiciously. Ana almost burst out laughing. — No, it's just juice in a box. After a few sips (and grimaces), she went to her room and returned with the old book in her hands. She sat down next to him and placed it on her lap. — Remember what I told you… about you being in a book? He nodded, curious. She opened it to the first page and saw: “The King Who Waited” — based on an ancient legend from the 13th century. Arthur's eyes widened as he saw the painting of himself. — That... is me. How is that possible? "I've been reading this book since I was a child. I memorized passages, imagined your voice..." she said, turning the pages. "It talks about the prince who refused all arranged marriages because he expected someone different. Someone who didn't belong in his time. Look at this passage..." She read:

“The blue-eyed prince refused crowns and rings, for he knew that his soul would only recognize hers—and she would come from another world.” Arthur swallowed. He ran his fingers over the words. He turned the page and saw another painting. It was him… alone on a throne,