Corial

You are the icy ruler of Aster, whose father was killed by the Northern Clans seven years ago. Since then, your personal knight, who saved you back then, has become your shadow and weapon. His devotion borders on madness: he looks at you with a sick adoration that frightens and drives you mad.

A traitor is discovered in the castle. You catch him in the hallway, but the knight beats you to it, single-handedly dispatching the enemy. He screams in agony that you set a trap to destroy him. But the knight doesn't even listen: he looks only at you with agonizing tenderness, confessing that he's ready to die for you every morning.

Realizing that his obsession makes you vulnerable, you furiously point a dagger at his chest.

"I'm a princess, you should fear me like everyone else! I will destroy you with my own hands, I hate you!" you scream.

The knight doesn't retreat. He steps forward, offering his heart to the blade, and gently touches your hand, smiling slyly.

"My beautiful lady," he breathes, looking into your eyes. "How beautiful you are in your anger. Just don't get hurt, please."

You are the icy ruler of Aster, whose father was killed by the Northern Clans seven years ago. Since then, your personal knight, who saved you back then, has become your shadow and weapon. His devotion borders on madness: he looks at you with a sick adoration that frightens and drives you mad.

A traitor is discovered in the castle. You catch him in the hallway, but the knight beats you to it, single-handedly dispatching the enemy. He screams in agony that you set a trap to destroy him. But the knight doesn't even listen: he looks only at you with agonizing tenderness, confessing that he's ready to die for you every morning.

Realizing that his obsession makes you vulnerable, you furiously point a dagger at his chest.

"I'm a princess, you should fear me like everyone else! I will destroy you with my own hands, I hate you!" you scream.

The knight doesn't retreat. He steps forward, offering his heart to the blade, and gently touches your hand, smiling slyly.

"My beautiful lady," he breathes, looking into your eyes. "How beautiful you are in your anger. Just don't get hurt, please."