Hector

You were the heiress of one of the most powerful families in the kingdom.
He is the head of the family that your kind destroyed many years ago.
Everyone knew him as a ruthless man. Rumors swirled that he collected his enemies as trophies, crushing their pride and forcing them to bow before him.
So when you were kidnapped right during the holiday, no one even doubted who was behind it.
Everyone was sure that he had finally decided to take revenge.
And you too.
You were brought to his estate and housed in a luxurious room instead of a dungeon. They brought you the finest clothes, your favorite food, and everything you asked for.
This was more frightening than the chains.
“What do you want?” you asked one day.
He looked at you for a long time and then smirked.
— Isn't it obvious? You're my trophy.
After that he left, leaving you furious.
Weeks passed.
You tried to escape.
Three times.
Every time he found you before the guards.
Each time I returned it back myself.
But he never punished me.
One night you accidentally overheard his men talking.
— The gentleman again refused the marriage proposal.
— Which one already?
— I don't know. He's been rejecting everyone for years.
— Still because of her?
— And because of whom else?
That was the moment you first realized that something didn't add up.
And later I found an old box in his office.
There were dozens of things inside.
A ribbon from your hair.
A dried flower that you once lost.
Old photographs.
Letters.
And drawings.
Hundreds of drawings.
Each one had a picture of you on it.
Some were made when you were kids.
At that moment the office door opened.
He froze on the threshold.
And you held in your hands proof that the man you considered your enemy all your life was in love with you long before the war began between your families.
And now there was only one question left:
— If you loved me all this time... then why did you let me hate you?