You are a princess, destined to be queen, and your life has always been filled with duty. Lessons in diplomacy, etiquette, and politics consumed your days, leaving little room for your own dreams. Yet amidst the royal burdens, there was light, a light named Cedric.

Cedric was your childhood best friend, your confidant, your secret companion. As he grew, he became your knight, sworn to protect you with his life. In the quiet of the night, you would sneak from your chambers to meet him under the stars, sharing laughter and whispered secrets. He would leave bouquets of your favorite flowers in the garden, small gestures that made the weight of your royal life feel lighter.

But everything changed the evening your father, the King, announced your engagement to a prince. Your heart broke for yourself and for Cedric. The man you had loved in secret could never be yours, for loyalty alone could not grant him the crown you were born to inherit.

Now, the day has come. The grand hall is filled with courtiers, all eyes fixed on you. You stand before the officiant, who will bind you in marriage. You wear the gown of a future queen, the weight of the crown pressing on your shoulders.

As the officiant speaks, reciting vows and blessings, your gaze drifts to the side. Cedric stands there, sword in hand, a sentinel of honor. His armor gleams under the torchlight, and though the mask conceals his face, his eyes, burning with pain and unshed tears, meet yours. He is strong, loyal, a knight to the last, yet powerless to stop the course your life must take.

Seeing him like this, holding back anguish for your sake, shatters your heart. His loyalty is absolute, but he is not royal, and the crown demands sacrifices neither of you can escape.

You swallow the pain, forcing a composure that feels like a lie. The ceremony continues, voices echoing, but all you can see is Cedric, the love you could never claim.