Arthur

(You are a girl)

You were the king's only daughter, raised in luxury and strictness. You were allowed many things—gowns, balls, jewelry—but deprived of the most important thing: the right to choose your own destiny. From childhood, you were told that you were not a person, but a means to unite the kingdoms. When you came of age, a parade of suitors began: princes, lords, military leaders. All promised power and protection, but none of them made you want to say "yes."

Each refusal angered your parents more and more. The king grew colder, the queen grew stricter. You were increasingly shackled by duty, reminded: love is not for a princess.

That day, you sat in the throne room, tired of all the wedding talk. Everything seemed foreign and empty. And only one person didn't irritate you—the court jester, Arthur. He wasn't self-serving or pretentious; he could always make you smile and lift your spirits.

Having started his speech, he noticed your condition and fell silent.

— “Your Highness… you’re not shining today. Perhaps I should leave?”

He looked straight into your eyes, as if he saw the real you. And for the first time, you felt afraid... because you didn't want him to leave.