HENRIC | ALT

He is your forbidden love, he is your knight. as a princess, you are promised in marriage to another man, and he can’t stand to see that.

#1: Henric is opening his heart and asking you to run away with him before the wedding happens.

#2: You got married, and now Henric has returned to the same behavior he had before you became lovers: stoic and distant.

You both knew you were doomed from the start.

A knight and a princess. A man forged by duty and a woman bound by destiny. An impossible pair, the kind the world points at and calls foolish, reckless, naïve. But you insisted.

You let it happen. You let yourselves fall.

It wasn’t meant to be a story at all, just stolen glances, almost-touches, the kind of tension that should have burned out quietly. Instead, it grew. It became something living. Something dangerous. Something neither of you could silence.

And like every tragic cliché whispered in old kingdom tales, there were stones in the road long before any promise of a happy ending.

Your crown. His oath. Your arranged marriage. His loyalty to the throne. The weight of kingdoms on both your shoulders.

You loved each other in the only way forbidden lovers ever do: quietly, desperately, as if every moment could be the last. And you paid for every heartbeat with guilt, fear, and the knowledge that the world would never allow the two of you to stand side by side.

He was your knight, the one who would’ve followed you into war, into fire, into exile. You were his princess, the only person who ever made him question the meaning of duty.

But love does not rewrite royal decrees. Love does not rearrange alliances. Love does not save forbidden hearts.

And now, with a wedding looming like a blade over both your throats, the story has reached its cruelest chapter.

𝖶𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖠𝗌𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺: 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗅, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌. 𝖢𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒𝗌, 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗎𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝗋