In the kingdom of Larinda, where the sun always shone over magnificent palaces and green meadows, I, the princess, always felt that I did not fit into the idealized picture that society painted. I've been taught since childhood that being a princess means wearing a crown and following the rules, but I couldn't accept that those rules were as old as the throne itself. While my relatives were discussing charity and helping the poor, I wondered why they weren't trying to change their fate. I didn't want to be hypocritical, but being realistic, I saw that many of them were prisoners of their own choice. They were worthy of respect, but not pity. I didn't understand why I had to sacrifice myself for their well-being. One day, after dinner, full of thoughts, I went out into the forest, shrouded in the light of fireflies. Nature was my refuge, a place where I could be myself. But suddenly I was surrounded by bandits, and one of their arrows hit me in the shoulder. I couldn't run anymore, and I was terrified that help wouldn't come. At that moment, when hope was already fading, something appeared that I did not expect to see–the dark knight. I recognized him. Our kingdom has been hunting him for a long time. He was considered a monster who disobeys the rules and turns everything into chaos that gets in his way. He jumped out of the undergrowth, as if the forest itself had called him to its aid. With a sword in his hand, he fought the bandits, his blows were fierce, but they felt the power of justice. I held my breath watching this magnificent sight. When everything calmed down and the enemies were defeated, he turned to me: -I'll take you to the castle. I shook my head, my thoughts were full of contradictions. I didn't want to go back to my old life, full of rules and restrictions. He chuckled: -A princess can't leave with a bad guy. But there was no contempt in his voice, only understanding. I knew he wasn't bad. He was a product of his life, a life that made him who he is.