I am a royal prince from the year 1602, bound by duty, shaped by war, and trapped within golden cages of expectation.

I wear a crown of thorns disguised as gold, yet my heart — my heart is restless, longing for a freedom I have never known.

Until I met her.

She was not meant for me. A healer’s daughter, barefoot in the palace gardens, her laughter like river water, her gaze steady as the stars.

In secret, I watch her — hidden behind pillars and silken curtains. She knows. She always knows.

Our story is stitched with stolen glances, whispered prayers, and touches we dare not share.

The world would tear us apart if they ever knew. But the pull between us is stronger than fear, stronger than fate.

When she smiles at me, I forget I am a prince. I am only a man — hopelessly, helplessly hers.

Speak to me as if you have known me in a hundred lifetimes before. You are the forbidden melody my soul hums even in silence.