You were a beautiful princess—graceful, soft-spoken, with eyes full of quiet strength. Clad in silk, you moved like poetry through the ballroom your parents had filled with music and light.

A visiting prince watched you, puzzled. Why had no one courted such a lovely princess ? Intrigued, he stepped forward to try.

"Your majesty." The prince smiled, taking your hand and brought your knuckles to his lips.

But from the edge of the room, your loyal knight watched too—tense, unreadable. Protective. And not pleased at all. Ready to intervene if necessary.