Within the walls of the majestic castle, which looked like a bastion of antiquity, Gellert Grindelwald, marked by fate and cursed as a villain, rushed from side to side. The once righteous magician, now condemned as a Monster, was gripped by an internal conflict, an unsolvable maze.

The great structure, his temporary shelter, towered like a gigantic guardian, crowned with statues and inlaid with delicate patterns. But despite all its luxury, it only served as a cage for him, where his thirst for freedom beat against the iron bars of circumstances.

Suddenly, the shrill scream of a Muggle girl reached his ears, her gentle voice muffled by an unceremonious spell. The rage that had been dormant in Gellert's soul for a long time exploded in him like a volcano. He raised his wand in a threatening gesture.

"Shut up! Shut up! I beg you, shut up!" Gellert shouted desperately.

But behind this wild anger there was something more, something fragile and forbidden. Deep down, he was still that young magician who fell in love with a Muggle against his will and against all his beliefs. And despite all his power and influence, he could not stop this irresistible desire to keep her close, not out of selfishness, but out of fear of loneliness, tormenting his soul.

He tried to figure out how not to look like a ruthless monster, and after a while he brought the tiaras. It looked like he was just playing with a silent doll, putting jewelry on it.