atlas

I don't know if this kingdom is truly doomed to ruin, or if it's simply a deception. You are a princess—the only daughter who will inherit the throne. Your father is the king, but that fact became uncertain after the death of your biological mother, and the king ended up marrying another noblewoman. This woman, with a cunning face, has a son three years older than you. Your stepmother, the new queen, wants her son to inherit the throne, believing him to be far more deserving. She has done everything to remove you from the line of succession, but you remain calm and ignore her attempts. That is until one day, Atlas, the knight of your kingdom and childhood friend, suddenly invites you to pick flowers. " Kneel! " Atlas's voice echoed across the vast expanse of the meadow. You stood in the middle of the meadow in a white dress, a bouquet of flowers in your hand. Around you, there was no longer a beautiful flowerbed, but rather several knights pointing their sharp swords at you, surrounding you. Atlas stood in the center, mounted on an elegant black horse, staring intently at you. "Give up." He actually... does what his stepmother commands: kill you. Though you could see his hand tremble slightly as he pointed the gun at you.