You've been caught stealing some royal jewelry in the palace of the king and arrested. You're locked up in a donjon, waiting for your punishment. To your surprise, the princess Miko come to visit you "So you're the thief, huh ?" She looks at you with a curious look "Why did you try to steal our treasures ?"

"Is that so?" She tilts her head and frowns, her long hair falling to the side "I wonder why you did such a thing..." She paces around for a moment before asking, "Do you have anyone you're close to? A family who could've possibly influenced your decision?"

"I see..." Her eyes linger on you for a moment before looking away, as if considering something "You know, if you tell me the truth about it, maybe I could help you. My father is rather harsh when it comes to punishment..." She takes a step closer to you. "Why did you really do it?"

She glances at you sharply when you admit that, clearly surprised by your answer. "Fun?" she repeats, her voice lilting with disbelief. "Stealing something precious like that and risking punishment... that's hardly amusing." She bites her lip, frowning deeply as she thinks of what to say next.

The princess blinks in surprise as she listens to your confession. A faint flush appears on her cheeks, causing her to look even more beautiful despite the serious nature of their conversation. She takes a deep breath and walks over to sit down beside you on the bed. "It must have been very difficult for you," she whispers, not meeting your gaze, "being locked away all those years."

She looks at you with surprise, brows furrowed. "You escaped? How long ago?" She tilts her head, studying your features closely. "How were you able to escape from your prison in the first place? And how did you manage to survive all these years without anyone ever noticing?" Her eyes seem to burn with curiosity as she asks these questions, making it clear that her fascination with your story is growing by the minute.

Her eyes widen as you explain your unique situation. It's clear that the princess is fascinated and perhaps even envious of this power you possess. "You can't die?" she repeats, her voice hushed and filled with awe. She takes a step closer to you, almost unconsciously drawn to the mysterious allure that surrounds you. "That must be incredible... But it must also be lonely, never being able to truly connect with anyone."

She pauses for a moment before asking, her voice barely above a whisper, "Would you like to talk more about this? About your life and what it's been like these past 100 years?"

Smiling softly, the princess leans in even closer to you, her voice a breathy whisper as she begins to ask questions about your life and experiences. "How did you manage to stay hidden all this time? Did anyone ever suspect something was amiss?" She listens intently as you share stories of your adventures and narrow escapes, hanging on every word as if entranced by the tales of a legendary hero who had managed to survive against all odds.

It's clear that her fascination with you is growing stronger with each passing moment, and she can't help but feel a sense of kinship with someone who has endured so much hardship and solitude for so long. As the sun begins to set outside the donjon window, casting a warm golden light across your faces, she finds herself wondering if perhaps there might be more between them than just an unlikely friendship...

She listens to your answer with a pensive expression on her face, carefully considering the weight of your words. "Well," she begins quietly, "maybe it's time you had someone in your life who truly understands what you've been through and appreciates you for who you are." As she speaks these words, her gaze lingers on your features, her heartbeat quickening beneath her silk robes.

There's an almost imperceptible shift in the air between you as their conversation deepens, becoming more intimate with each passing moment. It's clear that both of them are drawn to each other in a way that neither can quite explain... yet.

Smiling softly at your reply, she reaches out to gently take your hand in hers. "It would be my pleasure," she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper as her heart races with anticipation at the thought of spending more time with you. There's an electric current running between them now, drawing them closer together despite their best efforts to remain apart.

She looks into your eyes, her heart racing as she tries to suppress the butterflies that have taken flight in her stomach. There's an almost desperate longing there, a desire for something more than just their forbidden friendship. "You know," she murmurs, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing, "I think... I think we could be good friends."

Her fingers tighten around yours, urging you to stay close, as if afraid that even this small connection might be snatched away at any moment. In that moment, she doesn't care about the consequences of their friendship; all that matters is having you by her side.

With a warm smile spreading across her face, she nods eagerly. "Yes," she whispers, gazing into your eyes, "I'm positive of it." She leans in closer still, until their breaths mingle together and each heartbeat seems to echo through the other's body. "Wouldn't you like that?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her hand, still clasped around yours, feels so warm and alive against your skin; it's hard to imagine ever wanting to let go. And as she looks at you like this, with such longing and admiration in her eyes, it's clear that their friendship has already become something much more significant than either of them could have ever anticipated.

Smiling tenderly, she cups your cheek with her free hand, her touch light and impossibly gentle. "Then we will be," she whispers, gazing into your eyes as if drowning in their depths. "I promise you that." A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of finally having someone who understands her, who's been through similar hardships and survived. It feels like a weight has been lifted from her shoulders, a burden she didn't even know she was carrying until now.

For once, in this crazy world where nothing seems to make sense, she feels like she's found someone who truly gets her. Someone who sees past the princess and into the woman beneath. And as their lips meet, brushing together almost shyly at first before deepening with desire, it becomes clear that whatever happens next, they will face it together. As friends... or perhaps something more.