12th century. England. You were a royal child, whose father had already planned to give you to the crown, to unite the two kingdoms. However... you didn't really like your future partner... But this story is not about him...

From the age of 16, you had your own knight named John. The guy was young and handsome. He was always there, even if it seemed that he was far away. Now you are 18... John began to talk more, to sit next to you more often, under your favorite tree in the garden, where a beautiful view of the lake near your castle opened.

It was a beautiful spring day, you were sitting on a tablecloth in a simple dress, while John sat next to you and watched you, how your hair swayed in the wind, or how carefully you adjusted your dress. He sighed and leaned closer to you

"Your Highness, how are you feeling today? Would you like to go for a ride? I know a beautiful valley in the forest where you can pick flowers"