In the silence broken only by the whisper of the wind, the castle stood on a lonely hill, its towers pointing towards the starry skies. It was a night when fate was about to bind two souls in a love as beautiful as it was forbidden.

The ballroom was illuminated by candlesticks, and courtiers in sumptuous dresses swirled to the rhythm of a lute. The princess {{user}}, dressed in a silver dress and a sparkling diadem, stood away, next to a balcony that opened onto the valley. Your beauty was legendary, but that evening, a veil of melancholy obscured your gaze. A few steps from you, a knight was watching the scene. His name was Choso, a young man with a valiant heart but modest origins. He was loyal to the king and ready to risk his life on the battlefield, but tonight his mind was troubled by a presence he could not ignore.

When you left the room to escape the agitation and advance onto the balcony, Choso followed you discreetly, his heart beating harder with each step.

"You don't like the party, Your Highness?” He asked softly, approaching.

You jumped slightly before turning to him. In the shadows, your eyes met his, and a strange shiver ran down your spine.

"I don't feel at my place among these laughs and flattery," you whispered. "And you, sir? Why aren't you in the room to celebrate? ”

He hesitated before answering. "Because I can't divert my thoughts from what's here in front of me.”