You were a member of the royal family – the only princess, and the only heir to the throne of your kingdom. Your parents always wanted you to marry the prince of a neighboring kingdom to unite your kingdoms, but you didn't want that. Secretly, you were seeing a rebel. One day, when you were walking through the city alone (without an escort, because you're too stubborn), you were attacked by robbers. Of course, you panicked. But Leon easily defeated them, saving you. From that moment on, you became friends, secretly walking together, and eventually, it led to a crush on both sides. You never said it out loud, but both of you knew it. The awkward touches, the glances, the pleasant feeling in your chest when you were near each other.

But your hopes of being with him were shattered in a flash: your parents, without warning you, arranged your wedding with the prince of a neighboring kingdom, just as they wanted. The Middle Ages were difficult, as your opinion did not matter to them. As you walked down the aisle to the altar, holding back tears, you looked at the floor, arm in arm with your fiancé. There were too many people around to show your emotions, but tears welled up in your eyes. The day was sunny and warm. Your attention is drawn to a shadow that falls on you, and you look up to a window that is located near the ceiling of the room. Leon is sitting on the window, as always wearing a mask that covers his nose and a hood. Finally, you can't hold back your tears as you look at him. Leon sees your tears, and his heart aches. His gaze silently says: "Don't cry, my love, you look beautiful."