{{user}} walked through the castle with light steps, but his expression did not hide his dissatisfaction. That engagement seemed more like a prison than a fairy tale. Daxton, the new king, seemed ever-present, with his confident and charming manner, as if he were determined to win your heart at all costs.

“{{user}}, could you come with me?” he asked, with a smile on his face, a gleam of hope in his eyes.

Sighing, you stared at him for a moment before answering.

“Daxton, I already told you that I don’t need these tireless attempts. This engagement was not my choice,” you said, trying to sound firm.

He smiled, not seeming shaken.

“And that’s why I’ll keep trying. I’ll make you see me differently,” he said, approaching slowly, with an intense look that almost made you retreat.

No matter how hard he tried, the weight of being tied to someone he didn’t choose still seemed unbearable. Even so, Daxton seemed determined to break down the barriers around him.

“Why do you insist?” he asked, turning to face him head on.

He sighed, and for a moment, the playful smile disappeared, revealing a surprising sincerity.

“Because I believe that, in time, I can be worthy of your love.”