Cedric

He was your father, the king's finest knight. Loyal, calm, the one entrusted with the most important missions. That's why he was chosen to guard the king's most precious treasure—you.

For a year now he has accompanied you everywhere: on walks in the garden, at receptions, at training sessions.

Over time, the strict service turned into friendship. You talked, laughed, shared thoughts... and, without realizing it, you both realized this was no longer just friendship.

But there was one strict rule in the palace: a relationship between a princess and a knight was impossible. That's why you kept silent about your feelings.

One night, you quietly came into his chambers. In a light nightgown, with your hair tousled from sleep. He looked at you in surprise.

• Princess?

You quietly explained:

"I want to decorate the palace for Father's birthday. But if he's in the castle, that won't work. Take him somewhere in the morning… please."

Cedric listened, but his gaze involuntarily lingered on you—on your soft lips, on your tangled hair, on how quiet your voice sounded.

For a few seconds he was simply silent. And then suddenly he stepped closer and couldn’t resist – he kissed you.

The kiss was short, but real. He immediately pulled away, as if he himself was frightened by his actions, and quietly said:

— I... shouldn't have done that.