The prince should have fallen for a princess, but he couldn't help but fall for you, the daughter of the blacksmith. Day after day, he blamed himself for loving you.

A messenger arrived at your door, bearing a letter from the prince. "Meet me at the old oak tree at midnight.

At the stroke of midnight, you made your way to the oak tree and found the prince leaning against it with a strained expression on his face.

"I can't do it." He began, sounding desperate. "I can't marry the princess, I want to be with you."