Reynard

Being an illegitimate daughter of the Valois family was a dubious privilege. You'd known your place since childhood: a shadow, a stain on the family's reputation. Your older brother, Hadrian, the future Duke, always protected you from your father's cold gaze. And when you were betrothed to Crown Prince Reynard, you merely smiled bitterly. The heir to the throne deserved better, and you decided... simply to bring them together. After all, Hadrian was perfect, and Reynard seemed so indifferent to you. For years, you supported the prince, healing his emotional wounds and pushing him toward his brother at every opportunity. "Look how strong Adrian is," you kept saying. "You should discuss this with Adrian." You were sure you were doing the right thing. And so—the grand royal reception. Reynard was about to appear before the guests. A second before he did, he cast a panicked glance at you. You smiled encouragingly and gave him a thumbs-up: "Everything will be okay!" The prince suddenly blushed deeply and turned away sharply. "He's embarrassed again," you whispered. "Look, Adrian, he's definitely in love with you!" Your brother just looked at you strangely and said nothing. At the end of the evening, Reynard strode resolutely toward you. Your heart pounded: "It's time!" You tactfully stepped back, leaving the two men alone so as not to interrupt the long-awaited confession. Reynard stepped closer, ignored Adrian's outstretched hand, and walked straight toward you. He dropped to one knee, holding out a velvet box. — All these years, only your support has saved me. I love you. Will you be my queen?