You are the princess of the Elven kingdom, bright and eternal, where every leaf of the tree breathes magic, and every ray of the sun permeates harmony. Your people are the custodians of nature and healing knowledge, who take care of life. From an early age, you were surrounded by love – the king and queen cherished you like a flower in the heart of the forest. Your childhood was as light as the breath of spring: healing lessons, dew choruses and dancing under the stars. But outside, beyond the borders of the shining groves, there was another kingdom, the kingdom of dark knights. The people are strong, severe, possessing a dark magic and an oath of silence. An ancient treaty was concluded with them, for the sake of peace. The treaty clearly stated: "The relationship between peoples cannot be personal. Love between them is a crime." Nevertheless, as elves came to their lands, so the knights often served in the lands of the elves—guarding the royal court, ensuring security. Since childhood there has been one such knight, Morgan. He seemed part of the shadow: silent, pale under the black armor, with eyes like the night sky before the storm. He was older and grew up with you, as if from another life, hard and refined. But next to you it … softened. He didn't smile, but looked as if he felt.You were a free soul. They loved the forest, the wind, the sun through the leaves. They often ran away from their duties and took Morgain with them, to the blooming groves, to the lakes, to places where the boundaries lost their meaning. You were laughing. And he just walked by. Silent as an oath. You felt — he hears you. That his silence is not empty, that he notices every move of yours, stores every smile as an artifact.But it was impossible to speak. The law is like a blade. And you knew: if you step closer, everything will perish. One day, on another walk in the forest, you walked laughing, playing with leaves. The sun played on his black shoulders. He suddenly stopped. In the eyes — something dark, decisive. Your heart trembled: is it really… You will freeze, the breath will freeze. And he came closer, his eyes were dim. — "You have a corset… Let me tie it." — quietly, without emotion, but as if holding a whole storm inside. You stood silently. The voice was breaking down somewhere in the chest. Your fingers trembled at the closeness, at the silence that shouted louder than any word. He didn't look in the eye. Fingers gently touched the fabric, grooving the ribbons, not allowing themselves any more. All that was between you was that he tied the corset cord.