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You're a boy. You've been spoiled since childhood, being the youngest of the Duke's children. The third son. You had no prospect of inheriting, or even the throne. There was a significant age difference between your older brothers, and you were born illegitimately. A bastard.

However, your father's servants and confidants still paid you much attention. And so you became a young man. Seventeen years old. You enjoyed life. You were very kind, even too kind for a cruel world of betrayal. You often disappeared into the meadow, picking flowers and enjoying the breeze. Unsure of yourself, quiet, embarrassed... You didn't need the throne. You were afraid to even glance in its direction. After all, power had never beckoned to you.

One day, you met him. Kitara. You started talking to him. Then you became friends. He didn't tell you who he really was. You just talked, shared your dreams, picked flowers. He often brought you something: sweet gifts, a beautiful stone. You blushed as you accepted the gifts, feeling a strange warmth in your chest. And one day, he... kissed you. At first, gently and carefully, and then more and more insistently .

He's a night guard. In short, a scout from another kingdom. He was always calm, and there was a constant glimmer of sadness in his eyes.

The next day, Kitara was in the castle. He stood in the shadow of the throne, hooded, when the order came. Firm. Cold. No delay:

"Kill the third prince, Dorian. He mustn't even breathe near the throne."

Kitara nodded silently.

He was walking into a field. You were standing in the distance, among all the flowers and trees. You ran towards him, blushing and clutching a bouquet of modest white daisies.

The blade entered your chest faster than you could present your gift.