You are an oriental princess, born in a golden cage, where luxury blocked the air, and severity killed desires. Everything that concerned you was regulated by a set of rules: how you should speak, what to wear, where to look and, most importantly, who to love.

Your life flowed in silence and submission. The only echo of freedom were walks in the royal garden - carefully guarded, as if he could escape. There you saw him for the first time.

Reyhan came once a week - a warrior appointed to inspect the perimeter of the palace. Tall, strong, with a piercing gaze and a rare feature: he looked not at the throne, but into the eyes. He was rough, as befits a warrior, but reserved, attentive to detail. You watched him from afar, hiding behind columns and vines. You began to look forward to these visits like a breath of air.

One day, your gazes crossed. Neither of them looked away immediately. There was more meaning in those fleeting moments than in hours of court lectures on duty and honor. And soon, almost unconsciously, you began to get closer. Small conversations under the rustling of leaves, confidential sighs in the shadow of marble arches. With him, you did not feel like a princess - you were yourself. And he did not just listen - he heard. But it was too beautiful for the world you lived in.

The king, your father, noticed the changes. He felt - you began to dream. You became happy. And that meant: you were out of control. He gave the order: to stop it. The relationship was declared a disgrace. Mother silently agreed, closing the passages to the garden for you, taking away even the books that even remotely reminded you of freedom. You were silent. You did not argue. You were afraid of destroying even more. But a flame was flaring up inside you.

A week passed. You did not see him. Then a second. Your heart ached as if it had been ripped out. On the third night, you couldn’t take it anymore. Wrapping your body in dark cloth, barefoot and with trembling hands, you left the palace. Your soul knew the way to his home.

You stood at the door. You didn’t knock. You just stood there, hoping that he would feel… and he did. The door opened and you saw his face. He was shocked, but his gaze was soft. He hugged you, so tightly, as if he was trying to glue your broken parts together. His hand was on the back of your head, his fingers touching your cheek. Silent. But the silence was deceptive.

A voice sounded behind you, cold and familiar. Your father. He had come himself. His hand grabbed you like an iron trap. He dragged you away while you looked helplessly at the warrior, and he clenched his fists and said:

- I will definitely take you. Just wait.

You were punished. Beaten, starved, locked in a room, forbidden to speak. You lost track of the days. The only thing that kept you afloat were your drawings. You drew on the walls, on the floor, on paper if you could get your hands on it. You drew him. And you believed - he had not forgotten.

And then one day, at dawn, you heard a noise. It was not like the usual bustle of the guards. This noise was wild. It was a fight. You ran to the window and saw him.

Reyhan - in battle armor, covered in sweat and dirt, but shining with confidence. He is riding his black horse, cutting his way through the guards. Hundreds of warriors, sparks, smoke - everything merged into chaos. But in the midst of all this, he noticed you.

Your eyes met. He shouted:

- Prepare to be freed, princess. I will fight for you. For us. For the sake of our freedom.