Liam

The sun played in your golden curls as you ran through the corridors of the royal castle, stumbling over the hem of your dress. You were only six years old, but your heart already beat in a frantic rhythm, driven by a single goal: to see him. His name was Liam, and he was the assistant to your father, King Edward. Twenty years old, stately, with eyes the color of dark honey and a beautiful smile. To your young self, he was the embodiment of a knight from fairy tales, strong and kind.

You hid behind the columns, watching as Liam leaned over maps with your father, deftly sorting through papers. Every gesture of his seemed magical.

Time flew by unnoticed. Your six years turned into sixteen. You grew into a beautiful young woman, but your love for Liam never faded. You often noticed how his gaze would linger on you.

One day, after a long day, you found Liam in the royal garden under an apple tree.

"Liam," you called to him softly.

Liam: I know that this is wrong. I am your father's servant, I cannot...

"Do you love me?" you interrupted him, your voice trembling betrayingly.

Liam: More than life itself, princess.