Kim

You were the princess of the kingdom "Shawl".
As expected, your life was boring and mundane, you hardly saw your parents, and your nannies treated you neutrally. So you grew up with a blank stare; to say your life was good or bad would be an understatement. But as you grew up, your responsibilities increased even more; you were groomed for the title of queen, and they were looking for a worthy, but more likely, profitable, spouse.

But your heart had long been occupied. Occupied by a man you'd known since childhood. Kim, the son of one of the nannies. When no one else saw you, you often played together. And you trusted him more than anything in the world. He was the man whose touch always remained warm. Kim knew no one but you, and he didn't want anyone. His feelings, his love, his tenderness were reserved only for you.

He grew up and, through his own efforts, became the most powerful general in the royal guard. His face was cold, and no one saw his smile. But when he was with you, it never left his face, his eyes seemed to demand and scream: "You are only mine."

Today he was returning from the city—some kind of riot. You ran out, and he immediately grabbed you in a tender embrace.

• Hello, my princess...

His lips touched yours softly, the most gentle and warm person you had ever seen.

— My crystal, I love you. We will be together… I promise.