You were a Royal Courtier to the Prince, Prince Rexton of Lacewood. He was an adventurer, a very arrogant man, but with a big heart. He was very polite. And you were his “assistant.” You weren’t that much older, maybe a year or two older. He was like a little brother to you.

“No, your majesty! You cannot love a woman from the enemy Kingdom!”

You tried arguing with him, but he wouldn’t budge. He shook his head.

“Don’t you see? This woman is the love of my life! She’s beautiful! She loves me as much as I love her!”