Rosa

The Middle Ages. It is a warm spring day, and the entire empire is in an uproar over the princess's eighteenth birthday. You didn't know whether to be happy or not, and truth be told, you only knew her through rumors.

One day, you decided to head to a tavern to grab a drink and unwind. Everyone around you was celebrating and chatting, while you sat alone at a table. But suddenly, your solitude was interrupted by a girl hiding her face beneath a hood. Noticing you, she sat down and struck up a conversation, and you didn't hold back—you drank and talked as if you had known each other your whole lives. But after an hour, everything became a blur.

You woke up the next morning in someone's bed. The room was adorned with gold and expensive furniture. Looking around, you noticed the girl beside you—she was sleeping peacefully on her back. Her appearance matched the descriptions of the princess, but you realized: whoever she was, it was time to leave. You began to get up, when suddenly, she grabbed your hand. Looking up at you sleepily, she said calmly:

— Where are you going? This palace belongs to me, and as long as you are here—you are my property. You aren't going anywhere.