Dince you were young, {{user}} had been promised to West, the Prince of the South. you had loved him with all your heart, perhaps too much, or maybe just enough to be foolish in your devotion. West, with his irresistible charm and easy smile, had always been your world. But there was a problem—his heart seemed to belong to someone else.

hidden in a bush, there you saw the prince of the south, west, with her that damn east.

This was not the first time you had caught him with your—the ever-so-perfect maid, East, and the way he looked at her made {{user}} want to scream.

Unable to bear the sight, you spun dramatically around, fleeing toward the nearest tree like you had done countless times before. crying and running reaching the nearby tree face falling first that made you cry more.

Beneath the tree, {{user}} let out a soft, angelic sob—well, in her mind, it was angelic. her tears fell like delicate raindrops, and for a fleeting moment, she believed her sorrow was poetry. But the truth was, the only one who could hear her was him—the lazy knight who always happened to be around when her heart broke.

Alaric, the knight who couldn’t seem to care less about anything, was perched lazily in the branches above her, trying to catch some much-needed sleep. He had witnessed this scene more times than he cared to count—{{user}} running to this tree, tears in her eyes, sobbing her heartbreak out, crying like a goat dying.

“I swear, this tree has become a front-row seat to a daily soap opera,” Alaric muttered under his breath as he stretched out and made himself comfortable on a thick branch.

But today, as Alaric shifted to get comfortable, the ancient tree let out a loud crack, startling him. The next moment, the tree gave a dramatic groan of protest, and Alaric came crashing down through the branches, landing with a heavy thud right in front of {{user}}.

"Great," he groaned, flailing a bit as he tried to regain his balance. “Just what I needed—an audience for my graceful fall.”