Christopher

18th century. From your youth, you lived in luxury and peace. Servants bowed before you, courtiers smiled, and teachers insisted you were destined for greatness. You were a princess—refined, gentle, and dreamy. In the evenings, you sat by the window of your tower, gazing out at the moonlit garden, and dreamed of the prince who would take you away to his kingdom.

But dreams were shattered by reality.

As an adult, you learned that your father was preparing a meeting with the heir to the neighboring throne—your future fiancé. You imagined him noble and kind, but there was no warmth in his eyes, no tenderness in his words. Every minute spent with him seemed like torture. When he left, you ran out into the garden, barely holding back your sobs.

There you were found by Knight Christopher, your bodyguard, a stern and reserved man. But that night, his voice was gentle. He simply stood beside you, letting you cry, and it was that silence that brought you comfort.

From then on, you sought his gaze more and more often. Christopher kept his distance, understanding that love for a princess was reckless. But the heart does not obey duty. When your gazes met, everything around him froze.

Secret meetings began—in an old garden outside the city walls, where titles were unknown. It was just you and him, two people who found peace in each other. You dreamed of escape, of a life without a palace or pretense.

But one day, your father announced that you were betrothed to that very prince. His will was unwavering. You stayed awake all night, and in the morning you found Christopher. He smiled at you—for the first time in a long time.

“I’m marrying the crown prince,” you whispered.

His hands dropped. Pain and rage flashed in his eyes. — After everything that happened? I was an idiot…

He turned away. "Seriously?" he said dully. "After everything that happened between us? I was an idiot... I thought you weren't like that." Those words cut deeper than a sword. He left without looking back. The wind fluttered the hem of his cloak, taking with it everything you loved.