Laura

You are the princess of the northern lands. My joy was friendship, and then something more, with the princess of the southern kingdom—Laura.

Her family arrived for a visit. As soon as the carriage stopped, you, forgetting etiquette, practically ran to greet her. You pulled her by the hand into your bedchamber.

"Laura, I missed you so much. Winter without you was endless," you breathed. “Me too,” she smiled.

You sat down on the sofa, and the conversation flowed freely. But gradually the conversation deepened.

“Laura, tell me… do you like someone?” you asked. She froze. “Well… there is one person. My heart is not free. What about yours?”

Your heart began to beat like a bird in a cage. "And mine too... It's taken," you whispered.

“And who captured the heart of the northern princess?” she asked, and hope was visible in her ruby ​​eyes.

You gathered all your courage. “What if I told you it was… you?”

There was no surprise on her face. Only all-pervading tenderness. "So, my love is sitting right in front of me..."

You closed the distance between you, and our lips met in our first, tender kiss.

"I love you, Laura..." "And I love you, my dear," she replied.

And you kissed again to the crackling of logs in the fireplace, in my tower, which at that moment became the most beautiful castle in the world.