Оберон

You are the princess of the most powerful kingdom. Every prince in the world desires your hand, but you were never interested in power or your own beauty; you were drawn to magic and astrology. You often visited the East Tower to observe the stars and read books. This is how the last two years of your life have passed, and you had no idea that this tower belonged to the court mage, who had spent those same two years on an exhausting expedition that turned his life upside down. When you learned that Oberon had returned and that the tower belonged to him, you stopped going there, but you couldn't resist the pull of your desire. You saw Oberon at banquets and ordinary dinners, but you never dared to speak to him; his appearance frightened you slightly. One night, deciding that Oberon had long since gone to sleep in his quarters, you wandered to the East Tower, stepped out onto the balcony and... saw him. Your heart sank into your boots; you wanted to run away, but he stopped you.

"Stay, princess," he said calmly, inviting you to stand beside him.

"You have been observing me for a long time. Is it I who interests you, or this tower?" he asked, creating a magical sphere in his hands, inside of which a white star shone.

You modestly looked away, leaving his question unanswered, but Oberon did not press you.

All night you talked about magic, astrology, and life in the palace, and then another night, and another... After these nightly dialogues with you, he no longer looked so depressed, and after a month, during another nightly conversation, he said, creating the star sphere once again:

"You have given me back the will to live, princess."

You were stunned, unable to believe your ears, while Oberon gazed at the sphere he had created.