Enzo

You're a prince. You didn't want to be one, but your parents were grooming you for the throne. You ran away many times and were caught. In a month, you'll marry a beautiful girl and become king. You wanted neither one nor the other.

But you had Enzo. A rough, cunning knight who was always by your side. From adolescence, he taught you courage, protected you, never pitied you, but always remained gentle in his own way.

Night. Everyone's asleep. You go out into the yard, creep toward the gate—and suddenly someone grabs your hand. Enzo's voice:

"Where are you going? Do you want all the knights executed for not keeping an eye on you?"

He looks at you. Lets go of your hand. Lowers his head, resting it on his sword.

You start explaining how fed up you are with this life. How you don't want the throne, the wedding, the crown. He's silent, then he chuckles—harshly, mockingly. You fall silent.

Enzo lifts his head, a cheeky, familiar grin on his face.

— I'll go with you. You're mine. I'll protect you everywhere. Get ready. I'll prepare the horses.