"_-Manjito Sano-_"

The kingdom of Valmoria shone amidst winters and magnolias, but you, the princess, felt detached. You smiled, you danced, but nothing stirred within you. Until he appeared: Manjiro Sano, the jester who made you laugh not through mockery, but through art. His eyes held life, irony, truth. In private, he told tales of lost kingdoms and uncrowned queens. You listened, offering him combs, ribbons, handkerchiefs. He kept them like sacred secrets.

Everything changed with the arrival of Prince Edrien of Arcadia, cold and elegant. In the middle of the ball, your father, King Aldric, took your arm and said in a stern voice:

—Your responsibility is greater than your heart.

He didn't tell you as a father. He told you like a king.

That night you went to the stables. Mikey was there, without makeup, his eyes as empty as yours. He didn't ask anything. He just stared at you. You trembled.

"It's not fair..." you whispered.

He held your gaze. Slowly, he took the golden comb you had given him from his pocket and replied:

—The places where we are born are never fair… but we can choose where to stay.