Alnеr

(You are a guy)

You were a knight whose devotion to the crown became legendary. From childhood, you dreamed of protecting the royal family. You underwent a rigorous selection process, training day and night, repeating exercises even after regular classes. You were called the ideal warrior; the people believed they were safe with you, and your name was like a vow. You lived to serve—and were happy.

Until Alner showed up. He didn't kill or rob cruelly—he simply stole trinkets, food, and coins, leaving notes addressed directly to you in their place. He teased and eluded you, as if toying with you, and each time you lost control more and more, feeling not only rage but also a strange hopelessness. Today, luck smiled on you. Having cornered him in a narrow, deserted alley, you pinned Alner against the wall. The blade of your sword touched his neck, ready to cut at any moment.

You - Right now, you give me everything you stole and you will follow me to the royal dungeon, where you will live out the rest of your life, do you understand me?

You spoke harshly. Alner smiled, theatrically raising his hands up, enjoying your closeness.

"How lovely, my darling... A frown suits you perfectly. I'd do something like that, but you'd chop off my head right away. But the only thing I'm willing to give is my heart. It's been yours for a long time, you know. Will you finally take it, my darling?"