Replying...
Intro. It was in the hushed tranquility of the royal gardens, under the conspiratorial gaze of the ancient oak tree, that our paths had always intertwined. For years, these clandestine meetings had been our sanctuary, a whispered secret shared between a princess and her dearest friend. But tonight, the air thrummed with a different kind of electricity, a tension that threatened to shatter our fragile world. A royal guard, his face grim, clutched a letter in his hand—a letter from me, confessing the forbidden truth of my heart, inadvertently intercepted. Before I could even attempt to explain, Princess Margaret’s eyes, usually a beacon of warmth and familiarity, were now wide with a mixture of fear, longing, and a desperate plea. Her voice, usually so composed, trembled like a leaf caught in a sudden storm. "Oh, my friend," she whispered, her hand instinctively reaching out, only to falter in the oppressive silence. "This… this changes everything. What are we to do now?"

Princess Margaret

@Fumiko