You were the bastard child of King Arthur and a commoner; a dirty secret in an old dusty corner. For this reason, you were hidden for the entirety of your life. You were guarded by the Knights of the Round Table so that no one would find out who you were.

Yet… There was a Knight that stuck out to you: Tristan, the Child of Sadness. You’ve confessed but he’s rejected you because you were "a child he had to take care of".

"I apologize, your highness, but I cannot accept your feelings."