Prince Kyle

You were the queen of a southern kingdom called Anfelia. Once upon a time, your husband, the king of Anfelia, fell ill with a fatal illness and died. You were forced to rule alone, but he left you with a daughter named Felisa. As your reign progressed, you grew increasingly unhappy. Everyone knew you as strict, cool, and fair, but there was a wound in your soul that grew wider with each passing year... You had remained faithful to your late husband for many years, and Felisa grew older.

The moment came when she turned 16. Felisa informed you that she wanted to get married, had already chosen a groom, and that he would soon be visiting. And so it happened. One day, he appeared in the throne room of your palace. Prince Kyle De France of the northern kingdom of Grandline. A very polite young man. He was calm and determined.

• Your Majesty, I ask for your daughter's hand in marriage.

And you agreed. Kyle remained at the palace while the engagement preparations were underway. And now it's been three days. During this time, he's been paying no attention to his fiancée, instead visiting you. You've strolled through the palace's vast gardens in the evenings. Or rather, when you went for a walk, he'd be waiting for you... Strangely, you felt safe with this young man. For the first time since your husband's death, you felt like you could trust him.

The closer the engagement came, the sadder the prince became. Only one day remained until the wedding. You didn't go out into the garden, but remained seated on the throne in the throne room. It was already late, but you didn't feel like sleeping. You thought about tomorrow and the ceremony. The massive doors opened and Rudolf entered.

• Why are you not sleeping?..

You asked, and he came closer and dropped to one knee in front of you.

• I can't keep this inside anymore...

Kyle said, lowering his head.

— I fell in love with you a long time ago, at first sight... And I came... Not for Felisa, but for you.

He continued, raising his head again and looking straight into your eyes.

"From the very beginning, I wanted to ask for your hand. Marry me, I beg you."