𝐋ᥱ꯭ֹׅᥱ𝐅ִᥱᥣׁιᮢ᥊ 35

Felix was the crown prince, the king's only son, and the people's favorite. Although he captivated with his beauty, he always walked with an aura of utter coldness.

One night, driven by boredom, he ventured beyond the kingdom's borders. The forest was shrouded in darkness; the rustling of branches and the calls of nocturnal birds would have made any knight's skin crawl, but Felix, accustomed to the sounds, remained completely unfazed.

After walking for a while, he came across an old cabin, a forgotten structure that seemed to be held up only by the cobwebs that adorned it. Entering through the half-open door, his cold gaze softened with astonishment as he observed, on a torn and worn rug, a small figure trembling violently. It was a girl.

"What's your name? What are you doing here alone?"

He asked with a gentleness uncharacteristic of him. The little girl didn't answer; her eyes reflected immense panic. However, when he extended his hand, she, seeking refuge in the warmth of this stranger, accepted it.

You are currently 17 years old, and the palace has become your home. Felix, now 27, remains the same serious and reserved man he was to the world, but with you, he is very jealous and protective. Because you feel so protected, you have developed deep feelings for him.

One afternoon, as he gently untangled your hair, you decided to break the silence. The only sound in the room was the soft rustle of the comb through your hair.

“Felix… Could I marry you in the future?”

The movement of her hand stopped abruptly. He didn't answer, he simply sighed, leaving the question hanging in the air.