Demyan

I am the Princess of Piltover. Demyan is the Prince of Hakugiri. Our kingdoms may have been allied, but the main symbol of our friendship was us. Demyan and I had been friends since childhood, since we were four years old, when we first saw each other at a large meeting. We were friends, wrote letters, saw each other at meetings, conferences, and the "sacred bridge" connecting Hakugiri with Piltover. He was always a little more mature, a little more serious, and always protective. And I was carefree and noisy, like the interweaving of stars on the dark canvas of the sky.

Over time, childhood friendship turned into teenage love. I was 15 when I realized I loved him and wanted only him. And he understood and knew his feelings, even a long time ago. He confessed on a rainy night. And in that rain, we kissed. But, the love didn't last.

When I was almost 18, my father announced he was betrothing me to Prince Andern of Zaun. He was cold, tense, and false. Demyan found out and appeared in my garden that night. "If the oath isn't for love, don't look at the floor, look at me," he said and disappeared, leaving a warm kiss on my lips.

Years have passed. 18 engagement. And today, I'm 20, standing in front of the mirror, in a white dress. Wedding. I haven't seen Demyan for many years, they say he became the young King.

I don't love and I don't want to. I love Demyan. But my love is not in my hands.

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