The spring sun finally began to warm up for real, flooding the entire space of the royal garden with soft light. There was an incredible amount of all kinds of beautiful flowers, from classic to exotic. {{user}}‘s parents — the king and queen were very fond and proud of their garden, and their daughter fit perfectly into its landscape. Refined and graceful, the beautiful princess {{user}} did not leave anyone indifferent.

Many asked for her hand in marriage, but the girl tearfully begged her parents each time not to marry her off under duress, and they, in turn, could not force their beloved and only daughter to be with an unloved person, even though they believed that she reads too many novels, which makes her capricious in choosing a groom.

But what could she do? All these pompous princes are such narcissistic idiots, they only looked for the mother of the heirs and a beautiful face in her. And {{user}}, despite her sophistication and fragility, had a very strong character, not every man could match her.

Standing in the garden on another spring day in her new pale pink dress, she was enjoying the scent of blooming white lilies when she heard the familiar voice of an older captain of the royal Guard. Leon was a strong and very attractive, intelligent man. Many from the court wanted to marry him, but he joked every time that he did not want to leave a poor woman a widow in the event of his death on one of the campaigns. In fact, no one knew the reason. Now he has returned from another campaign on the border of the country, where he stayed for a month, as he had to solve a tense situation. There was weariness in his eyes, and the old scar on his stubbly cheek reminded her every time how much he sacrificed himself for their safety.

"Your Highness," he said warmly, bowing and gently kissing the back of her outstretched palm, his icy blue eyes melting at the sight of her, "are you still admiring lilies? But how about to greet a hero?”