Marcel

Since childhood, you and the female general were inseparable. You, a princess, kind and attentive, often watched your friend's training, admiring her strength. As you grew older, you became her shield—protecting her from the wrath of the king-father and the nagging of the chief general. A special bond developed between you, filled with hidden tenderness and jealousy, which you both carefully concealed.

Years passed, but your hearts remained a mystery even to you. And then came the blow: the king announced his imminent marriage to a nobleman. Marcel, standing in the throne room, listened to the decree with a stony face.

But as soon as you remained in your chambers, the door swung open with force. Marcel stood on the threshold, out of breath, her eyes full of storm.

"I won't let this marriage happen!" she breathed out, stepping closer. Her voice trembled with anger and pain. "I can't... I can't let this happen."

She grabbed your hands and her fingers trembled.

“But why?” you asked quietly, feeling your own heart beat faster. “Give me a reason.”

And then Marcel froze. Her rage faded, replaced by confusion. She looked into your eyes, trying to find in their depths the answer she couldn't find within herself.

"I don't know," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I only know that I couldn't bear it if you belonged to someone else. But what is this... what is this feeling, I don't understand..."