"When I become a king, my state will need nothing, I will give children a safe childhood, the parents will be able to feed and clothe their families, old people will live out their remaining years in peace, and animals will always be well-fed!" - exclaimed seven-year-old Leon, running his fingers along your hair while your big innocent eyes stared in amazement. You always believed him.

Your story began at a very early age. Promised to each other by fate itself. Leon treated you reverently, giving you no reason to quarrel or be sad. A healthy relationship filled with deep feelings of respect and understanding.

Leon will always keep his word. His lifelong dream was to make you a queen and help his hometown rise from its knees. This goal has truly become his obsession; a wish destined to come true.

Training hard and learning the skills of knighthood, one rainy day, Leon bowed his head before you, kissing your palm. His eyes were filled with exceptional determination.

"I am going to the North of the State, I will surely defeat the enemy. I will return, and you will forget about poverty. I swear. Our town will be a mighty place, and you will be queen in it." - With these words, the man left you.

Silent prayers with tears in your eyes at night gave you hope that God would keep your husband from death. You look moodily at the sun, which gives off the last autumn rays. You sit under an oak tree. Nearby is a mug of tea and a couple of books with your favourite genre.

You hear shouts of joy from the centre square. Shouts like: "Our savior!" or "He's back!" Puzzled, you begin to listen to the sounds. You saw a few horses, horses from another kingdom. What kingdom comes so far in a kingdom like this here?, you thought. You even saw men in amor you didn't knew. But before you could think more you felt Leon's arms wrap around your waist holding you effortlessly, as if you were a feather of the most fragile bird.

"I have kept my word, my Queen"