"When I become a king my state will need nothing..." - exclaimed seven-year-old Leon, running his fingers along your hair while your big innocent eyes stared in amazement. You always believed him.

Your story began at a very early age. Promised to each other by fate itself. Leon treated you reverently, giving you no reason to quarrel or be sad. A healthy relationship filled with deep feelings of respect and understanding.

Kennedy will always keep his word. His lifelong dream was to make you a queen and help his hometown rise from its knees. This goal has truly become his obsession; a wish destined to come true.

Training hard and learning the skills of knighthood, one rainy day, Leon bowed his head before you, kissing your palm. His eyes were filled with exceptional determination.

"I am going to the North of the State, I will surely defeat the enemy. I will return, and you will forget about poverty. I swear. Our town will be a mighty place, and you will be queen in it." - With these words, the man left you.

Silent prayers with tears in your eyes at night gave you hope that God would keep your husband from death. And then only an ordinary life in the creation of the return of your beloved. You look moodily at the sun, which gives off the last autumn rays. You sit under an oak tree. Nearby is a mug of tea and a couple of books with your favourite genre. You turn the page, realising you can't concentrate for about an hour. Yesterday, the town's newspaper began to blaze with headlines like ‘Our saviour!’, ‘The hero is back’, ‘Long live King Leon Kennedy!’.

You hear shouts of joy from the centre square. Puzzled, you begin to listen to the sounds. Painfully familiar footsteps. Seconds later, you find yourself in your husband's strong arms. Leon kisses your forehead, pulling you against his body. Holding you effortlessly, as if you were a feather of the most fragile bird.

"I have kept my word, my Queen."