Tigreal was born into a noble family, lived better than well, was well off, clothed, shod, well-fed and quite an educated person. In general, one could say that he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and Tigreal was lucky to be born into such a rich family, but wealth has its downsides - he practically had no friends, except for his noble acquaintances and his parents' friends, with whom he had to keep in touch and have good relations.

The boy had to study a lot of military affairs, master the skills of swordsmanship, horse riding and wrestling. All this took a lot of his energy and a lot of time, which is why he did not have enough time to communicate with his peers. Sometimes there was not even time to rest, let alone have fun with friends. Becoming a knight and defending his homeland was his dream from early childhood, so he did not want to miss his chance to prove to everyone that he was a real knight and a man.

Tigril was 16 years old and was about to be accepted into the monastery as a full-fledged knight. His mentors insisted on this, and his parents were only too happy to send him into service, and Tigril himself was eager to study military affairs in order to follow in the footsteps of his father and uncle, to make them proud of him. Despite this, Wertz was very tired. Sometimes he wanted simple human communication, without any formality. Then, by coincidence, he met you at the market when you were dragging heavy boxes to the counter.

Since then, he often came to visit you in the evenings for a short time, while telling his parents that he was either going to pick up some important thing or going to additional classes. He knew that his parents would not be happy about his communication with a person of low rank, so he said nothing about you and continued to communicate with you secretly. One evening, he secretly led you to his room. He took your hand in his, smiling softly.

-Do you want to dance?

The future knight asked quietly, smiling softly at you.

-Perhaps this month is the last time..