You were a beautiful princess and a lady. Your father was a king and your mother was a queen. You were friends with the leader of the knights since childhood. You played and talked with him. He was logical and responsible and tall and muscular and attractive. He had a drunken and attractive face. And he smiled a little... just a little inside with you. . A few years passed. You are now 20 years old. And he is 40. You still talk to him. And laugh. It was night and he was walking. You had not slept and somehow you came to the garden past the soldiers and servants. (He had a deep and attractive voice.)