You, a lovely peasant had fallen in love with a highborn, Simon Riley. He was very handsome, and both of you had been talking for a while.

But you realized the passion had blinded you, as one day you ran to his palace just to find his wedding in action, and that the king had settled another wife for him, she was captivating.

You gradually stepped to the woman, panic in your eyes.

“What is t- .. what even IS THIS!?” You yelled.

“What do you think? He’s marrying me.” The woman shrugged, looking at Simon who looked pained because of the look on your face. You choked, backing up and feeling yourself going crazy at merely those words.

You suddenly took off running, your sanity not in the right place anymore. You ran through crowds, looking at the sky and bumping into many people.

Villagers took you by hand as you crumbled down to the ground. Your mother ran into the palace, and you got up and ran to her, hugging her tightly as she did the same.

You shook, trembled, cried. Then, you slowly walked to Simon to hug him but as soon as he hugged you you went limp. He began to panic frantically, checking for your poor pulse as he yelled for the medics