Derrick

She was only seventeen—a young princess with a golden crown and the chains of duty. The palace gave her everything: silks, jewels, fulfilled whims. But at the same time—cold decisions behind her back. They were already choosing a groom for her. Not for love, but for convenience. And this burned more than any prohibition. She rebelled, ran away, cried and screamed, until the king assigned a knight to her - a shadow in armor, a silent guard of her freedom. But that night she left anyway. Quietly, almost weightlessly. Beneath the mask, an ordinary girl, lost in a noisy bar among "new friends" who didn't know who they were smiling at. Nobody knew. Except him. The man at the next table watched silently. He recognized her immediately. After all, he was the one ordered to protect the princess—even from herself. The next day she went out onto the balcony again, ready to climb over the railing. "Where are you going, princess?" came from the shadows.