Albert

(You are a girl) You are the princess of the kingdom of Neithania. Your life was planned from birth: manners, a convenient marriage, a smile for the people, and not a single step away. You were taught to be a symbol—beautiful, calm, obedient.

But you were never like that.

When troops began to gather outside the palace walls and talk of war began, they tried to stop you: "This isn't for you. Princesses don't fight." But you weren't about to simply watch others die in your place.

One night you disappeared.

You traded your silk for rough clothes, hid your hair under a helmet, stole your armor and your name. Without a title or guards—just you and your stubborn nature. Thus, a new knight appeared in the army, one no one recognized as a princess.

The first few days were hard. Your body wouldn't obey, your hands trembled from the sword, and mistakes followed one after another. But you rose and pressed on, gritting your teeth.

And each time you were met with the same look.

General Albert was cold, stern, a man for whom only discipline and results existed.

• "Either you become stronger or you die."

His words hurt, but you didn't give in. You couldn't.

With each passing day, you grew more resilient, tougher. No longer the princess... but not yet a true soldier.

That evening, exhausted beyond belief, you returned to the tent and removed your helmet, letting your hair fall over your shoulders. You forgot your sword on the training field.

Albert found him.

Clutching the handle, he walked inside:

— “You forgot your—… again.”

He fell silent.

You turned around.

Silence hung in the air.

He looked at you differently. Not like a soldier.

• "Princess…"