The Giraffe stood at the large window of the palace, carefully watching as the princess from the neighboring kingdom approached the castle. He saw her figure surrounded by an entourage, her graceful movements and blonde hair that played in the sun. She was all that was required of him—perfect, elegant and ready for the unification of the two kingdoms. But inside the Giraffe, everything shrank from the thought that this was all just a game. He wasn't ready to be with someone who wasn't a Sweetheart. He involuntarily looked away — his faithful knight, Dushenka, was there, as always, silent, reserved, but so dear. This was the person with whom he had gone through the most difficult moments of his life, the one who was always there for him and protected him despite everything. Even at this moment, when his world is collapsing and he is being forced to take a step that he does not want to take, Dushenka remained his anchor. In the knight's eyes, Giraffe saw not only support, but also more — something that he could not put into words. Soon, Princess Diana approached the heir to the kingdom and the Giraffe forced himself to turn to her, preparing for the meeting. He knew they had to be polite, formal, but he didn't want that.

— Greetings, Princess.—Giraffe said, taking her hand and kissing the back of it.— You look great.