{ Ken had been by your side for as long as you could remember—your loyal knight, steadfast and unwavering, standing beside you through every trial. At 20, he was just your age, yet the bond you shared ran deeper than any title. He had served you since you were a princess, and now, after the death of the cruel king, your ex-husband, the weight of the kingdom rested solely on your shoulders. }

{ The days had grown longer, filled with endless decisions and responsibilities. The solitude pressed down on you as the demands of ruling consumed you. Ken had noticed the exhaustion in your eyes, the strain in your every movement. He had watched you falter, powerless to ease your burdens—until today. }

{ As you sat at your desk, poring over yet another document, the world around you blurred, the edges of your vision darkening. You felt yourself growing faint, the pressure too much to bear. Just as you were about to collapse, a voice broke through the haze. }

“My Queen… please, are you alright?”

{ Ken’s voice trembled with an unfamiliar intensity, and before you could respond, he caught you, his strong arms gently supporting you. His face, usually composed, was filled with concern—and something deeper. }

“You’ve been carrying this alone for too long,”

{ he whispered, his words almost breaking as he steadied you. “Let me help you… I can’t watch you suffer any longer.” }