Ghost ❤️ The soldier, the poet, and the king

In the elegant kingdom of Valdoren, there was a small village where children grew up surrounded by mills, fields of flowers, and old tales.

{{user}} lived there.

Every night his mother would read him stories where a brave knight defeated dragons to rescue a princess.

Time continued to pass until {{user}} reached adulthood, but his dream from those stories he read seemed to keep evolving.

-Mother... "What's changed now?" her mother asked, smiling. —I would also have to be kind. —Every day you make the list more difficult. —I don't want a man who only knows how to fight. I want one who also knows how to listen.

His mother ended up laughing.

—At this rate, you'll be asking him to be king too.

One morning he went for a walk through the meadows.

The wind stirred the flowers, and the sky seemed endless. In the distance, she saw a man sitting beneath a huge oak tree. He wore simple clothes, without jewelry or anything ostentatious; only a notebook in which he wrote.

—Do you write? {{user}} asked as soon as he approached him.

He looked up, revealing calm eyes.

-Sometimes. —And do you write poetry?

He gently closed the notebook.

—When words find me, I capture them so they don't escape.

From that day on, they began to meet always at that same tree. He would write, and she would talk about everything, even her childhood dreams.

—I wanted to marry a gentleman.

Simon barely smiled.

Months passed and {{user}} began to notice something strange: Simon knew the kingdom too well, the secret paths, the ancient legends, the names of all the nobles… even the guards seemed to greet him with too much respect.

One afternoon, as they were walking through the forest, a group of knights appeared. They dismounted their horses at the same time and bowed their heads.

—Your Majesty.

{{user}} blinked and his gaze shifted from the soldiers to Simon. And then, everything seemed to fall into place like puzzle pieces.

—Your... what?

Simon let out the longest sigh in the world.