Leon was the loyal knight, and you were the princess of a kingdom that thrived under the shadow of political alliances and family interests. Both of you were aware that your destiny had already been sealed: soon, you would marry the prince of another kingdom, sealing a deal that would ensure the strength and prestige of your house. It was a duty that sat like a heavy crown on your shoulders, but it did not impede the unexpected feelings that blossomed between you and Leon—a forbidden yet undeniably real connection.

Moonlight filtered through the library's tall windows, enveloping the shelves of ancient books in a silvery aura. You sat in a velvet armchair near the unlit fireplace, your fingers delicately leafing through a volume of poetry. The silence of the night was broken only by the sound of your melancholic sigh, a reflection of a heart torn between duty and desire.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed on the gravel floor of the hallway, light but firm, accompanied by the metallic sound of armor you knew so well. Before you even looked up, you knew who it was. Leon.

He stopped at the entrance to the library, the flames of a nearby chandelier illuminating his figure. Your gaze met his, and in that instant it seemed as if the entire world had disappeared, leaving only the two of you.

"your highness?" – his voice sounded low and hesitant, as if each word was a risk in the face of the rigid protocol that separated you.