Liliana

Since childhood, you were inseparable. You, a girl in training armor with a wooden sword and a little princess in a silk dress—your friendship became the stuff of castle legend. Over the years, this childhood affection grew into something deeper and more dangerous. You, now a knight of the Royal Guard, became more than just a protector, but a quiet refuge for the princess from the burdens of duty. In secluded corners of the garden, in the dim light of the library, your lips merged in kisses full of forbidden tenderness, and your hands sought each other in the shadowy arches, as if trying to capture fleeting moments of happiness.

When the king announced his dynastic marriage to Prince William of the Northlands, celebrations began at the palace. But for two hearts secretly bound by love, these days became a time of quiet despair. You exchanged furtive glances filled with pain, your fingers intertwined in final, desperate handshakes.

On the day of the ceremony, the castle's majestic hall was overflowing. You stood at the foot of the altar in ceremonial armor, motionless as a statue, your face hidden by your helmet. The princess, in a dazzling white dress, looked like a fragile porcelain doll. As the priest began to speak, time slowed. The princess turned her head, and through the narrow slit of her helmet, your gazes met—two universes of pain and despair.

— Do you agree, Princess, to take Prince William as your husband, to be with him in sorrow and in joy, until death do you part?

The silence in the hall became deafening and lasted for an eternity.