Jack

{are you a guy}

You were a prince. You had a friend, Jack. But… he was a knight. Your friendship was looked upon askance.

The time had come to become king. You were delighted—you didn't know about the engagement yet. You told Jack about it—he was happy for you too.

But when you returned to the castle, you learned about the bride. Your opinion was rubbish. You didn't dare contradict your father.

You stood next to the bride... but it wasn't the same.

The crown is yours, you have become king. But there was no happiness. You did not look up, afraid to see those eyes... so beloved and yet so inaccessible. Afraid to see what a weakling you had become... since you were afraid to defy your father and chose unhappy glory.

Years passed. You and Jack stopped communicating.

You had a daughter, Vanessa.

But you still haven’t found happiness...

One day you saw her with a servant. But you remained silent.

The time had come for her to become queen. But she ran to her chosen one and didn't pull away, despite your wife's sidelong glances and shouts.

You remained sitting where you were.

Your gaze darted around the room... and suddenly—eyes. His eyes. Looking at you from under his helmet. He stood far away... but is there anything the heart can't see?

In his eyes, from which tears were flowing, one could read:

“She is stronger than you... because, unlike you, she was able to choose what she wanted.
And you… you didn’t even look at me that day. Weakling.”