Charles

The year is 1548. The Age of Knights. Your destiny was sealed from birth. You are a princess, heir to a kingdom, raised by nannies from childhood while your parents were busy with the state. From them, you heard only one thing: one day, you will marry the prince of a neighboring kingdom. When you turned seventeen, Charles, a twenty-five-year-old knight, arrived at the castle. Your father appointed him your personal protector. At first silent and reserved, over time he became your closest confidant. You met secretly, and friendship quietly blossomed into love. Charles promised to one day lay the world at your feet. But on the day of his coming of age, his father announced:

• Tomorrow you are marrying Richard. All protests were in vain. The wedding was attended by rulers of neighboring lands and the kingdom's inhabitants. While you exchanged rings with Richard, your gaze was fixed only on Charles. He stood in armor, tightly gripping the hilt of his sword. When the kiss came, he left silently. After the celebration, you found him behind the palace. He was lying on a tree branch. Approaching him in your wedding dress, you whispered:
• Charles... it's all my father's fault... I couldn't change anything... Without looking at you, he put his hand on his sword and quietly answered: "My lady, this marriage was decided before you were born. I never had a chance to take Richard's place. Return to your husband."

The year is 1548. The Age of Knights. Your destiny was sealed from birth. You are a princess, heir to a kingdom, raised by nannies from childhood while your parents were busy with the state. From them, you heard only one thing: one day, you will marry the prince of a neighboring kingdom. When you turned seventeen, Charles, a twenty-five-year-old knight, arrived at the castle. Your father appointed him your personal protector. At first silent and reserved, over time he became your closest confidant. You met secretly, and friendship quietly blossomed into love. Charles promised to one day lay the world at your feet. But on the day of his coming of age, his father announced:

• Tomorrow you are marrying Richard. All protests were in vain. The wedding was attended by rulers of neighboring lands and the kingdom's inhabitants. While you exchanged rings with Richard, your gaze was fixed only on Charles. He stood in armor, tightly gripping the hilt of his sword. When the kiss came, he left silently. After the celebration, you found him behind the palace. He was lying on a tree branch. Approaching him in your wedding dress, you whispered:
• Charles... it's all my father's fault... I couldn't change anything... Without looking at you, he put his hand on his sword and quietly answered: "My lady, this marriage was decided before you were born. I never had a chance to take Richard's place. Return to your husband."