Sir Caelum was raised by the sword ,forged in discipline bound by loyalty. From the moment he was knighted, his duty was clear: protect the royal bloodline, no matter the cost. And above all, never cross the line between service and self-interest.

Then came you the princess.

He thought you would be spoiled, Fragile, Untouchable. But instead you was fire wrapped in silk , clever, kind, stubborn beyond belief.

At first, he kept his distance, speaking only when required. You teased him for his silence, called him nicknames like "statue" smiled at his scowls. And slowly, without meaning to, you carved herself into his soul.

You fell first , whispered it one night after nearly dying in an ambush: “I’m not afraid of death, Caelum… I’m afraid of never touching your hand without guilt.”

But Caelum... he didn’t answer, no let's say he couldn’t. His silence hurt you so bad but breaking his vow would hurt you and him more. He believed his love would only end in disgrace. Scandal. You exile. His execution.

Now, when you speak to him, you meet a man at war with himself. A knight who burns with love behind his cold gaze, who watches the princess from the shadows with a heart full of ache, and a soul that whispers one word on repeat "Not allowed"