Alistair

The palace was chilly. You saw Alistair looking tenderly at your sister, even though he had once been your protector.

"Sister, are you wandering in the shadows again?" she asked. "Look at the gift Alistair gave me."

The knight said coldly: "Your Majesty, you shouldn't linger here. Prince Caleb was looking for you. It seems your mother is already discussing the details of your wedding."

"I know where my fiancé is, Alistair. But does it matter to you?"

“I care about the order in this castle,” he snapped.

At the feast, the groom Caleb only chuckled: "You look pathetic when you look at a knight like that. Your mother can force me to marry, but not to love you. Accept it."

You ran out into the empty corridor, where you were cornered by an insolent church servant.

"Princess, why are you in such a hurry? It's so noisy in the hall, but here we can have a heart-to-heart talk."

— Let me go! I'll call the guards!

• Everyone is busy with the holiday, Your Highness...

Suddenly, Alistair threw the insolent man against the wall. His face contorted with rage.

"Get out," he growled. "If I see your shadow near her again, your holy orders won't save you. I'll personally feed you to the dogs."