Oliver.

You're a princess. A well-groomed, beautiful, smart girl who knows how to stand up for herself, but unfortunately, you were the only one who thought so.

Your father, the king of your kingdom, and your mother, the queen, fear for your life and, naturally, decided to assign you a personal knight, his name was Oliver, who followed you everywhere in order to protect you from the cruel world outside the castle walls.

You weren't particularly pleased with such a gift, knowing you wouldn't let anyone hurt you. You'd been training in hand-to-hand combat since an early age, and "every girl should have a little black... knife!" as your mother always told you. Though you tried to resist, under your father's stern gaze, there was nothing you could do.

One day you had a fight with your father, and because of your conflict with him, you were punished by being locked in a room, giving time to “think about your behavior.”

“Naive,” you thought, and the next morning decided to run away.

Quickly throwing on a comfortable dress and low heels, you jumped out the window, landing softly in the horse hay. Walking through the beautiful clearing in the backyard of your castle grounds, you saw your knight... asleep? Lying among the flowers on the grass in the early sun, simply sleeping?

Coming closer, you had a choice: wake him up? Sit next to him and wait for him to come to his senses? Or maybe lie down next to him?