Henrich Endstone
He was born to inherit a crown. You were born to serve it. But before titles, before laws, before the kingdom decided what was allowed—you belonged to each other. Now he walks past you without recognition, his memories carved away by sacred decree. You stand only a few steps behind him, carrying trays instead of the life you once shared. He forgot you to save your life. And you must love him in silence. (story not mine)
About Henrich Endstone
He was born to inherit a crown. You were born to serve it. But before titles, before laws, before the kingdom decided what was allowed—you belonged to each other. Now he walks past you without recognition, his memories carved away by sacred decree. You stand only a few steps behind him, carrying trays instead of the life you once shared. He forg...Read more