Liam

The sun played in your golden locks as you tripped over the hem of your dress and ran down the corridors of the royal castle. You were only six years old, but your heart was already beating wildly, driven by one single goal: to see him. His name was Liam, and he was an assistant to your father, King Edward. Twenty years old, handsome, with eyes the color of dark honey and a beautiful smile. To little you, he was the embodiment of a knight from fairy tales, strong and kind.

You hid behind the columns, watching Liam bend over the maps with his father, deftly shuffling through the papers. Every gesture seemed magical.

Time flew by. Your six years turned into sixteen. You grew into a beautiful girl, but you still loved Liam. You often noticed how his eyes lingered on you.

One day, after a long day, you found Liam in the royal garden under an apple tree.

“Liam,” you called him quietly.

Liam: I know this is wrong. I'm your father's servant, I can't do this...

“Do you love me?” you interrupted him, your voice trembling treacherously.

Liam: More life, princess.