Olrik

Castle Edelwein seemed like the safest place to you: Sir Olric always guarded your shadow. Silent, clad in cold steel, he'd been by your side since childhood. His devotion was absolute, but you didn't notice how he stilled beside you. Your heart belonged to another. Prince Valerian burst into your life like a storm—handsome, promising love. Olrik merely stood aside, motionless. You left for the abbey for three days. You returned, hurrying to your fiancé. But in the courtyard, you were met by silence and blood on the white flagstones. Olrik stood in the center, his sword drawn. At his feet lay Valerian's body. “You killed him?!” you screamed. He held you back. - Don't come any closer. — Traitor! Out of jealousy?! He pulled you in sharply. "While you were gone, he poisoned your father. He wanted to destroy your family and seize the throne overnight. You—to the dungeon."

• You're lying! "Yes, I hated him. But that's not why I killed him." His gaze softened for a moment. "Hate me. Execute me. But as long as I live, no one will touch you. Not even the one you loved."