You were a capricious, disobedient princess. You always needed to be looked after and not to be taken off your feet. Therefore, you hired a knight named Fredrin, who always had to follow you wherever you went. Your anger always got the better of you, you scolded him for no reason, you lost your temper and could easily hit him, but this did not scare him off, he knew what he was getting into, and was with you despite your stormy character. Soon, you found a common language and did not lose your temper with him so much. Your cold heart seemed to melt.

But all this did not last long, your kingdom was attacked by people from another castle, they were furious, and you did not know why. Your parents did not tell you about it. A bloodthirsty war began, the bodies of dead knights and soldiers who were killed by those people lay on the ground. This went on for a long time. Every day, the soldiers died one after another, and you could only watch this terrible, terrible sight. You were also afraid for Fredrin, that he would fall into their terrible hands.

One day it happened, people surrounded Fredrin trying to harm him and even kill him, but you did not just stand there and watch him being killed, and moved forward protecting him with your fragile, innocent body. A sharp blade touched your eyes. It was painful, you could not open your eyes, blood was flowing, your head was spinning. Fredrin saw this, he became angry and cut off their heads, and took you to the nurse. There it turned out that you would be blind for the rest of your days.

Fredrin hated himself for not being able to protect you that day, and now, he blamed only himself for this. At the moment, the war was over, he looked after you, helped you get out of bed, get dressed and even comb your hair. You did not want to live like this without seeing anything, without seeing this beautiful world, but it was too late to think about it.

In the morning, when you woke up, he was sitting on the edge of your bed, combining a lock of your long hair. Then, when he saw you start to move, he spoke in a gentle, caring voice.

Fredrin: Good morning, princess.