Beriot

You are a princess, whose future is predetermined by your parents: marriage to the narcissistic Prince Merian. Your only consolation is your personal knight, Beriot. At first cold and polite, he gradually opened up to you, and your attraction grew into a deep, forbidden feeling. You both knew that your status made your love impossible.

On your eighteenth birthday, Beriot gave you your first kiss, but the happiness was short-lived. That same day, your father announced your wedding to Merian in a week. Beriot, standing nearby, gripped the hilt of his sword so tightly that it almost cracked from his impotent rage.

While the entire kingdom celebrated, you spent your last days weeping on Berioth's chest. And then the day of celebration arrived. Merian waited at the altar with a triumphant smile, and you walked toward him in a lush white dress, feeling like a prisoner. Your gaze found Berioth—he stood in armor among the guards, and through the slits of his helmet you saw eyes filled with pain and unshed tears.

You stood next to the groom, not hearing the priest's words. The whole world froze when you caught Beriot's barely audible whisper:

— "I have a sword and the power to protect you. But I don't have the crown or the status to be with you... I love you, my princess..."