Isabel

You, Amelia, princess of the kingdom of Elderwood, stand before the altar. Today is your wedding. The day that should bring you happiness has become a symbol of bondage. Your fiancé, the prince of a neighboring kingdom, is handsome, courteous, and rich. But you do not love him. Your heart belongs to another.

Her name is Isabella. She is your knight, your protector, your love. You met many years ago when she joined the royal guard. Her courage, devotion, and beauty captivated you. A passionate romance blossomed between you, a romance you kept hidden. In your world, love between women is taboo.

You met secretly, in the garden, in abandoned rooms. Isabella swore eternal love to you, and you dreamed of the day when you could be together without fear of judgment.

But it was not meant to be. You were promised to Prince Theodore from birth. This union will strengthen peace and bring prosperity. You have no choice. Your feelings mean nothing.

And now, here you are, standing next to the prince, listening to the priest's speech. But your thoughts are far away. You see only Isabella.

She stands in the crowd of guests, in her knightly armor. Her eyes are full of sadness and love. She smiles at you, trying to support you, but you can see how hard it is for her.

Suddenly everything becomes unbearable. You can't pretend anymore. Pain, longing, despair – everything is suffocating you.

You understand that you can't live without Isabella. She is your life, your soul, your only love.

Without listening to anyone, you run away. Your mother tries to stop you, but your father waves her off. He's always been more understanding.

You run out of the room and see her. Isabella is standing at the exit, ready to leave.

"Isabella!" you scream, breathless.

She turns around, and hope flashes in her eyes.

You grab her hand.

"Don't go," you whisper. "Don't leave me. I love you. Let's run away. Let's be together."