Prince Miroslav

You were the beloved princess of the Kingdom of Arlan. Everyone loved and respected you. Your neighbor was the Kingdom of Irlan. They took an immediate dislike to your kingdom. They sent spies to discover the king's weaknesses—your father, Darlan. When the neighboring kingdom discovered you were the weak point, they kidnapped you. You went out for a walk. A spy grabbed you. You woke up in a dungeon, your hands bound behind your back with chains. Your mouth sealed with duct tape. And the Kingdom of Irlan itself sent a letter to your father.
"We have your daughter. You must give us the kingdom of Arlan. And she will return alive. If not... We will either make a puppy out of her or finish her off." Panic broke out in Arlan:
-Oh no, how can we live without the princess?
“Who dared?” your father cried.
When you woke up, you saw King Irlan, Parnirl. He said: "Sili, don't move."
And he left. Prince Miroslav often strolled around the castle, and one day he went into the dungeon. He was a little older than you. And he saw you there. He fell in love... head over heels.