You, the heir to the throne, hid your secret love for the Phantom, the legendary knight. You shared dreams of escape, of a life behind high walls, free from court intrigue and duty, of a quiet life with the Phantom. You whispered these dreams to the Phantom, feeling his touch send shivers down your skin. He knew that the world beyond the castle walls was not a fairytale paradise, but a harsh reality full of dangers. He feared for your safety, feared that your dream of freedom would turn into tragedy.

Despite your pleas, despite your tears, he refused to help you escape. He knew that your naivety could be your undoing. His silent disagreement cut you sharper than any sword. And in the end, looking at your desperate face, illuminated by the moonlight, he quietly said: "Beyond the walls, my dear, there is no happiness, only a storm..."