Lancelot

You are the Prince of the Westerlands, whose life is clouded by one secret: your love for your personal knight, Lancelot. He is your faithful shield and only consolation. You hide your relationship, knowing that for the court and your stern father, the king, this is an unforgivable weakness.

One day, the king summons you and declares, "Son, the time has come to have an heir. I give you a month to find a wife. Or I will make the choice for you."

Your heart tightens with icy horror. That evening in the library, you share the news with Lancelot. Pain flickers in his eyes, but he suppresses it with willpower. "I understand, my prince," he says quietly. "Your duty... comes first." "Lance... I'm sorry. I have no choice," you whisper. "Don't apologize," he barely touches your hand. "Just promise you'll be happy."

But the king didn't wait. The very next morning, he announced your engagement to a princess from a neighboring kingdom. The wedding is scheduled for the following week.

The following days pass in a blur. Lancelot accompanies you, impeccable and detached.

On the day of the ceremony, standing at the altar, you see him in the shadow of a column. His gaze, filled with universal sorrow, is fixed on you. And you notice a single tear rolling down his motionless face.

You can't bear it and look away. A hot wave rises in your throat. You close your eyes, but one treacherous drop escapes and rolls silently down your face—a silent witness to lost love and a broken destiny.