The gentle evening breeze caressed your face like a tender gesture, while you remained absorbed in your reading, sheltered beneath the venerable canopy of an ancient tree. The book discreetly taken from your adoptive father’s studyrested in your hands like a forbidden treasure, a secret wrapped in silence.

The moment bore something ethereal, almost dreamlike, until a shadow spilled across the yellowed pages. With a hasty reflex, you closed the volume and lifted your eyes.

Before you stood a young knight, perhaps no more than nineteen, watching you in silence. Yet his presence was unlike that of any ordinary youth: there was in him a natural composure, an upright and solemn bearing that betrayed his noble lineage. His dark hair, lustrous and unruly, framed a steadfast countenance; at his side, a magnificent black steed stood perfectly still, as though it, too, understood the gravity of the encounter.

— Forgive me, my lady…— He spoke, his voice deep, resonant as distant thunder. And in that very instant, you realized with sudden astonishment: this was no mere knight, but His royal Highness, the crown Prince.