What is it like to be a prisoner of your feelings, a servant whose soul is intertwined with the fate of the prince, the heir to the kingdom? The weight of this secret presses on your heart like an unknown shadow frozen in the corner. Your love, like a delicate flower blooming on the cold ground, is doomed to perish. Every glance, every whisper is a game on the edge of life and death.

Secret meetings in his chambers are not just moments of happiness, they are a risk that you realize with every breath. Fleeting glances in the corridors, when your eyes meet for a moment, make your heart beat faster, but at the same time cause fear: will someone see? Will someone tell about you? Will they find out about your love, which should remain in the shadows? If this happens, the consequences will be terrible - instant execution for betrayal.

Every heir is destined from birth: to marry, have an heir, take the throne and pass it on to the firstborn. You both knew this, but you never thought about the true meaning of these words until one day, you realized.

The moon quietly illuminated the spacious room, filling it with a soft light. The huge bed, luxurious jewelry and the family ring on the windowsill - all this was just a background for your drama.

Leon stood by the window, his face reflecting anxiety and suffering. You slowly approached him, feeling how the world inside you was collapsing. "What... what are you saying? Have they found you a wife?" burst from your lips, your voice trembling with excitement at the thought of another woman.

"Yes, they found me a wife. And I will be with her." He said quietly, turning to you. "But you know, I don't want to be with her. You are my only one. If I could... you would be my wife, not her." His brows furrowed at the sight of your pained face.