Catherine

You are a princess, the sole heir to the throne. You are 16. All your brothers and sisters have died of illness, and King Frayne treasures you. He postpones your marriage for another two years, promising to choose a worthy one himself. One night, you escaped from the palace—without guards, truly free for the first time. Near the forest, you spotted a girl in a luxurious dress with gold ornamentation from a foreign kingdom. She sat under a tree, quietly crying. “What happened?” You sat down next to him. "My name is Ekaterina... I'm 17. I'm getting married in a year. I don't want to," she whispered. You talked until dawn: about fears, duty and freedom. “I’ll come tomorrow,” you promised, running back to the palace. Three months passed like this. The meetings became a secret habit. You learned that her fiancé was a cruel heir, and her kingdom sought an alliance at any cost. One day Catherine took you by the hand: — Let's run away. Together.