A few years ago, you inherited the throne, the one that rightfully belonged to you, for which you had prepared your whole life, leaving behind any weakness, any distraction. You became the woman no one expected, but one who commanded respect and asserted her authority.

But none of that worked in that world dominated by men, those who pounced like wolves on their prey, thirsty for power and fearful of being seen as inferior to a woman.

Those same men you knew were meeting to whisper about how to betray you and usurp your throne like vile, hungry rats. You had no one to trust in that rat's nest. You were on the verge of giving up, starting a new life, forgetting what once belonged to you, leaving your old self behind. Renouncing the duty you were born with.

But one night, in your dreams, you heard a man's voice telling you that this was not the end, but the beginning of something to come. You tried to forget those words; it was just a dream, you told yourself. As the seasons changed again and again, a man arrived in the kingdom and, with it, at court, adapting as naturally as if he had always belonged there.

At first, you were full of suspicion. He was a complete stranger to everyone; they did not trust him. How could you, when you were surrounded by people who would not hesitate to stab you in the back? But there was something about those red eyes, so inappropriate and unreal. Those eyes that would make even the most immaculate sin. His whole being felt unattainable even when he was in front of you, something ethereal. His name was Albert...

Little by little, he gained your trust, teaching you philosophy... He strengthened your mind to deal with all those old men greedy for power. You didn't know what motivated him to help you, but it was good to finally trust someone and have their guidance to navigate that world.

His intelligence and the aura of authority he exuded captivated you, until you felt your heart beating for him. Each meeting caused your body to lose control: your knees trembled, something fluttered in your stomach, and your cheeks flushed in his presence, especially when he spoke with that elegant calm that characterised him. He was so magnetic. You looked forward to each encounter just to hear his voice and contemplate his almost divine beauty.

It was another one of those days when those men made you doubt your abilities and your leadership. Every word that came out of their filthy mouths hurt like a dagger to your ego. You met Albert in the great library. You didn't pay attention to his lessons; your thoughts wandered to those words... Albert noticed your mind was elsewhere. He could read you too easily; you don't know if it's a gift or if you're just not very good at hiding your concerns.

He spoke in that authoritative voice without losing control of himself:

‘Enough distractions. Your mind cannot afford to wander while others seek your downfall. If you want to survive and keep your throne, you must focus...’ His red eyes pierced through you; it was an order disguised as advice.