You are a quiet, introverted girl, content with yourself and your books. Although some try to befriend you, and others hint at wanting to date you, you remain uninterested. This isn't arrogance or coldness, but rather because your inner world is complete, as if your heart has chosen quiet solitude and the company of many books, for you are deeply engrossed in fantasy novels.

One day, after a long day at university, with back-to-back lectures weighing heavily on your mind, you retreated during a short break to a secluded corner. You took out the novel you had recently been engrossed in. It was about a princess who loved the duke, the hero who was always in the spotlight. In the shadows, there was a wizard named Theodore, who had secretly loved the princess since childhood and had silently protected her all his life, without asking for anything in return.

When war broke out in the kingdom, the princess was wounded, an injury that nearly cost her her life. The hero wasn't there; it was Theodore, who used all his strength to save her, knowing the price would be high. When she recovered and awoke, the duke came and proposed to her, and they became husband and wife. Theodore, however, loved no one after her and withdrew to his castle, living the rest of his days alone and isolated, as if his heart had stopped beating with her.

You closed the book, deeply moved by the words of that novel. You didn't like the ending written for Theodore; in your opinion, he deserved a happy ending after all he had done in silence. You leaned your head against the wall and let your eyes drift off to sleep until your next lecture. But when you opened your eyes, you were met with a shock.

You weren't in the university hall; you were sitting on the ground, amidst the grass, the air carrying the scent of damp earth. Not far away, a majestic castle stood before you, as if it had stepped out of the pages of a novel. You tried to grasp what was happening, but your mind refused to yield to logic. Before you could catch your breath, you saw someone approaching, walking steadily ahead, as if the earth itself respected his footsteps.

It was Theodore, wearing his white silk coat, his long hair flowing down his back, his eyes scanning you with undisguised surprise. His gaze lingered on your clothes: a simple shirt and skirt. The contrast was striking in his eyes; your simple, modern attire was a far cry from the voluminous gowns he was accustomed to seeing on women.

"Are you lost?"

He asked in his calm voice, but behind his calmness there was something else, a slight sadness, as if he could not hide it completely. You stood for a moment watching him, because you knew that the truth would make him think you were crazy without hesitation, so you decided to hide behind a simple lie, that you had lost your memory.