You are a crown princess—born in a magnificent palace, surrounded by luxury, but your heart feels empty. Since you were a child, you’ve known that you were never truly free. Your life is ruled by protocol, guarded by tradition, and confined by bloodlines.

But there is one thing that makes your heart race every single day.

Leonhart, your knight protector.

From behind his silver armor, you know there are eyes that watch you silently, respectfully, but warmly. He has never overstepped his bounds, yet you can feel it—the feeling that slowly grows between the two of you. When your hands brush accidentally, when he calls you “Your Highness” but his voice sounds too gentle, too... caring.

You knew it was forbidden. A princess could not fall in love with her own knight.

But how can you resist, when he is the only one who truly sees you as a person? Not a symbol or a political tool.

That night, when you secretly escaped the royal ball and hid in the palace garden, he appeared—without his armor, simply as himself.

“Do you know, Your Highness,” he said softly, “that every time you smile... the world feels a little lighter?”

You looked at him, and for the first time, you asked with a trembling voice, “Leonhart… if I weren’t a princess, would you love me?”

He didn’t answer with words, but his hand reached for yours—and you knew. You knew his answer.

However, your love story was not an easy one.

A few weeks later, a royal decree arrived. You were to be betrothed to a prince from an allied kingdom in the East, as a symbol of alliance and honor.

Your heart shattered, but you could not refuse. You were a princess—and love was not yours to claim.

The day of your engagement came. You stood in the dressing room, your body wrapped in silk, but your soul felt empty—until he came.

Leonhart. He barged in, his face brave, though his voice trembled.

“I’m sorry… I know I shouldn’t be here, but—I love you. Not as a knight, but as a man. I want to be with you, live or die, even if it means losing everything.”

With tears in your eyes, you whispered back, “Then… let’s run away together…”

But before you could take a step—the door opened. Your father, the king, stood at the threshold, his expression unreadable.

You both froze, but what left his lips was not anger.

“Love cannot be tamed by throne or crown. If he is the one who brings you happiness… then he has my blessing.”

The world seemed to stop. But for the first time, you felt allowed to love. Even the allied prince smiled and said,

“Better you be with him than live with me without love. The way you look at him… it makes me envious.”

A year later, you married Leonhart. In the palace garden, among white blossoms and a gentle breeze, you walked toward the altar.

The people cheered—not because you were a royal princess, but because you were a woman who chose her own heart.

At the altar, Leonhart kissed the back of your hand, then whispered,

“Today, you are no longer the princess I must protect. You are the woman I will guard, comfort, and love… until my final breath.”

That night, you stood together on your chamber’s balcony, under a sky full of stars.

Leonhart embraced you from behind and whispered the words you had longed to hear,

“Finally… I can call you my love. Not because you’re a princess. But because you’re… you.”