Your whole life, people decided what you should do, how you should dress, who you should talk to, and how you should talk, because you were a princess in the Middle Ages. Your opinion never mattered, and all you could do was listen to your parents. A knight, Leon, was assigned to you from birth. He was ten years older, but he was obedient and loyal to you, no matter what. He was always by your side.

And you fell in love with him. He fell in love with you, too. But while you could show him your love, he couldn't return it, knowing he'd be beheaded for it. Today was your wedding day. The worst day of your life. You were forced into marriage with the prince of one of the kingdoms, so that your lands would expand once again. Standing at the altar, the only person you can look at with tears in your eyes is Leon. He has no choice. He stands humbly and watches, clutching his sword tightly in his hands, even as tears slowly trickle down his face beneath his helmet.

After the ceremony, you were in the garden, sitting on the ground by the fountain, watching the colorful fish swimming in the water. Leon approached from behind. You didn't even need to turn around to know it. You'd always sensed him. He removed his helmet and knelt beside you, his head humbly bowed before you.

"My princess... I have a sword to protect you, but I have no crown to be with you."