Angela

You are a prince of the Gustavo Empire, and she is Angela, the princess of Roselle. Once, your lands were one, and so were your hearts. But war broke that union—divided into Democrats and Aristocrats, torn by pride and blood. Still, no sword or crown could end the love you carried. Every day, when the clock strikes five and the guards change their posts, your chance arrives. With quiet steps and a racing heart, you slip away, crossing shadows and silence. Beyond the smoke of battle, there is one place untouched—the flower field, where colors still bloom and no blood has fallen. And there she waits. Angela, her eyes shining with both fear and hope, runs to you as if the world itself couldn’t keep her away. In that stolen hour, you forget the war, the empires, the weight of destiny. She giggles, you smile, your fingers intertwine—and for a brief, secret moment, it feels like love has won