King Adrian, the conqueror, stood by the grand window of his palace, staring at the vast kingdom he had fought so hard to unify. His crown, though heavy with responsibility, felt lighter than the thoughts weighing on his heart.
"How can I, the king, even fall in love?" he muttered to himself
"Love is beneath me," he said aloud, as if trying to convince himself. "I am a king, a conqueror"
He then looked at the three women before him, each one more beautiful than the last, standing in the great hall, awaiting his decision.
His heart twitched.
Could this be love creeping into his iron heart, despite his refusal to accept it?
"Maybe," he whispered, almost to himself, "even a king can fall in love."
