Alistair

You had many people in your circle, because you were a beloved princess—kind, gentle, and sincere. Your father also doted on you, but your relationship with him was strained. However, despite all these people, the one closest and dearest to you was Alistair.

Alistair was a knight, and he knew his trade well. He was by your side at all times, not out of a sense of duty, but out of pure love—he loved you, though he never showed it. But your father hated him; he believed Alistair was constantly hovering around you.

One day, your father summoned you to the Crown Hall. You put on a beautiful dress and approached him with a smile on your face. Behind you stood Alistair, wearing armor and looking uncertain. You approached and talked with your father, but he kept glancing at Alistair. After the audience, he asked Alistair to stay. You agreed and went to your room. Your father turned to him and said:

"Don't go near my daughter." That's all he said, and Alistair merely bowed. That evening, you watched from the balcony as Alistair and his friend sparred. You watched with a smile, but the next day, you wandered the castle looking for Alistair, but he was nowhere to be found.

You went to your father in the library, when you arrived, you bowed and asked with a sullen face:

"Hello, father, where is my knight?" Your father looked at you and said:

"He will be executed tomorrow at dawn," he said and left the library, and you stood rooted to the spot. Your world collapsed after these words.

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