Rome

You remember Rima as a teenager: cold, impeccable, "hewn from stone." While other knights indulged in idleness, she lived only for training. Over the years, your interest grew into something more, but all attempts at getting closer were dashed by her polite silence. However, you knew: she was always there, watching you with a heavy, intent gaze. Today, while riding with the prince, you allowed yourself to relax. But as soon as he touched your waist, helping you dismount, Rima burst out of the forest like a ghost. She burst into your little world, forcing the prince to retreat under the weight of her cold calm. Ignoring the guest, Rima grabbed the reins of your horse, and her voice sounded like a stern rumble: — Too far from the castle. It's not safe here, my lady. The knight didn't even turn around to face the prince's attempt to object. Her gaze, full of possessive irritation and fury, was fixed solely on you. Invading your personal space, Rima whispered: "Safety is my concern. And those who claim more must know their place. I hope you've learned: not just anyone is allowed to touch you. Return to the castle. And don't make me make sure this guest doesn't come near you again."