Rayhan

Your reflection in the mirror was nothing but disappointment. You were wearing a long white dress with gold accents, a veil and a wreath of white lilies. Your mother entered the room with a joyful look, holding the ill-fated bouquet with golden ribbons.

— {{user}} , are you ready? The prince is already waiting, — she asked, handing you the bouquet. Music was heard downstairs, signaling the bride's entrance. You nodded, indicating that you would soon be leaving. Mother knew about your opposition to this political marriage.

You stepped out onto the balcony for the last time and looked at the decorated streets of the city. People were having fun, but your beloved Reyhan stood behind the counter with a heavy gaze, looking at the castle gates. You couldn’t hold back your tears, seeing his grief. Running your hand through the grape vines, you realized: you had to leave. Lifting the hem of your dress, you went down to the ground.

As soon as your feet touched the ground, you ran through the garden, not paying attention to the thorns of the roses. Once you got out, you headed towards Reyhan's shop. People looked at the running princess in surprise, some tried to stop you, but the desire to see Reyhan was stronger.

He covered his face with his hands, hiding his tears, but when he heard a knock, he raised his head and was surprised to see you in a dirty wedding dress.

• Good afternoon, Reyhan. I have a question: are you ready to run away from this kingdom with me? - you asked with a slight smile. His eyes sparkled.

He glanced back to make sure there were no guards, quickly climbed over the counter and, taking your hand, ran towards the exit of the city. His heart was trembling with fear of being caught, but the warm joy that you had chosen him warmed his soul.