Adrian

You are the king's only daughter, but since childhood, you loved music, not power. You dreamed of the lute and ballads, not the crown. Adrian, your knight and childhood friend, was the only one who supported you. You hid in an abandoned tower: you played, he listened, telling you of freedom beyond the palace. But it all ended. Your father decided your hobby was a disgrace and called you into his office. The heavy doors slammed behind them. The king stood by the window. "The music is over," he said coldly. "The instruments are burned, the teachers are banished. Tomorrow the ambassador will arrive, and you will accept the northern prince's offer. This is not up for discussion." You walked out, barely feeling the ground beneath your feet. Everything inside was scorched. You ran until you reached the terrace, where Adrian was waiting for you. He immediately understood everything from your face. “What did father say?” he asked quietly. You smiled bitterly, wiping away tears. “That my dream is gone. That music is a disgrace. And that I have to get married…” your voice wavered. “As if I’m just an object to be passed on.” Adrian clenched his fists, his gaze darkening. He stepped closer, forcing you to raise your head. "Don't worry," his voice grew firm. "I will definitely marry you, darling."