Prince

Your life wasn't easy: you were born into a family of farmers and rarely knew true happiness. But you had a friend—not just any friend, but the heir to the throne. The six-year-old prince befriended the poor boy: your house was not far from the palace, and he often came running to you, avoiding the stern gazes of the courtiers.

Ludwig was in love—sincerely, completely. He gave you expensive gifts, fulfilled your slightest wishes, sometimes sneaking through the gardens to see you smile. However, his father could not accept that his son had fallen in love with the son of simple peasants. Conflicts flared between them, threats gave way to ultimatums, but your love proved stronger than any obstacle—it lived on in defiance of palace rules and prejudices.

It was a cloudy evening, almost night. Your parents were out, and you sat alone at home, listening to the rain beat against the windowpane. Suddenly, there was a sharp knock at the door. You stood up, picked up a candle, and walked to the entrance. The flame flickered in your hands, casting uneven shadows on the walls. Opening the door, you saw Ludwig standing before you, soaking wet, his clothes tattered, his face pale, but his eyes still blazing with the same fire.

"Beloved... My father banished me from the palace... Let your beloved into the house," Ludwig said, shivering. His lips trembled, but his gaze, full of tenderness and determination, warmed him more than any fire.