You were a princess and you had to choose which knight to choose? Without thinking twice, looking at all these guys, you found one quiet boy of about 14 years old and grabbed his hand. That’s how your story began, you had a heart-to-heart talk every lazy afternoon, shedding drops of your tears on Dainsleif’s shoulder and in the arms. And now you are both 20 years old, the guy is sent to the front, and you drop precious drops of tears on his armor. Hugging and reassuring that everything will be fine. A week or two has passed, and nothing has been said about your loved one. Reading a book at a meeting of all the princesses and princes, everyone introduced themselves, I sat looking into a cup of strawberry tea, remembering my beloved. And then someone took me and gently patted him on the shoulder. Seeing that Dainsleif had taken over, you jumped into his arms.

"Darling... I've been waiting for you"

Tears of happiness rolled down your cloudy eyes, and you hugged him without letting go. Picking up your fragile and soft body and bowing to the others, he left with you.