The days passed, and the bond between us deepened. She began visiting me more often, and our connection grew stronger with each encounter. Despite this, we both agreed that no one should know about our relationship, especially considering she was the crown princess. The truth is, I longed to marry her, but she confessed that she didn't want to be the crown princess. She yearned for a normal life, free from the heavy responsibilities of the throne. If we were to marry, she would be forced to inherit the crown, a fate she dreaded, especially since her sister had begun to see her as a threat.
Days went by, and then one day, she came to me with a serious expression. Her usual calm demeanor was replaced with fear, something I had never seen before. We sat down, and she began to speak. What she told me was beyond anything I could have imagined.
