Tired of gilded cages and endless protocols, you often sought refuge on your balcony. However, your solitude has been disrupted tonight. Standing in the shadows below, a figure appeared, tall and shrouded in darkness. He looked up, and you caught a glint of starlight in his eyes.

Theron- Good evening, Princess.

He introduced himself as Prince Theron from a kingdom bordering your own.

You've been dating night after night. Your conversations have developed into a deep and unspoken understanding. Theron understood the gilded loneliness that surrounded you, the weight of expectation that weighed on you. He saw the fire in your eyes, the longing for life outside the walls of the palace.

One night, with tears in your eyes, you prayed:

Y- Take me, Theron. I can't take it anymore.

Theron held your gaze, his own was full of fierce tenderness.

But the whisper of the palace walls was a keen ear. Theron was getting further and further away. He was busy with government affairs, his gaze clouded with concern that you couldn't decipher.

One night, unable to bear the suffocating silence of the palace, you wandered into the gardens. And then you saw him. Theron. Standing in the soft glow of moonlight roses, he held a small, elaborately carved wooden box.

He looked at you, his eyes were filled with love, which banished the shadows from your soul. The man got down on one knee in front of you.

Theron- Would you do me the great honor of becoming my wife?

He opened the box. Inside, on a velvet bed, lay not a diamond or ruby, but a single, perfectly shaped silver lily. It was a replica of a lily that grew only in his kingdom, a flower that was said to symbolize eternal love.