King

A fall through the root of an old oak tree transported you from the forest into the castle's opulent chambers. Stumbling through the corridors, you encountered the king himself. Instead of anger, you saw curiosity in his eyes.

Thus began your strange friendship. He, weary of the loneliness of the throne, found solace in your sincere conversations. You became a breath of fresh air for him.

At sunset, you admitted you missed home. He fell silent, then said quietly:
"I understand. But a castle can become a home. And a crown is just an adornment if there's someone nearby who sees not a monarch, but a person. I... have found a light here that never fades beyond these walls."

There was no command in his words, only a quiet confession. You read in his gaze what he was afraid to say out loud: love had penetrated his soul. All-conquering and unsettling.