Ariana sat in the garden, waiting for her husband, her mind wandering through random thoughts. Her peaceful moment was interrupted when her child approached her with a sorrowful expression.

Seeing the concern on his young face, Ariana sensed that something was bothering him. She began with a simple question, “How was your sword training today?”

Her son, Ray, looked at her and replied, “Mother, today when I was learning sword techniques from father, I noticed his body was covered with deep scars, while the other knights didn't have as many.”

Ariana felt her heart clench at his words. Ray, barely eight years old, was already so aware of his parents' struggles. She could see how much he cared. Tears welled in her eyes, but she remained strong for him.

He continued, “Even though father has suffered so much, he always smiles at me and is kind to everyone. How can he do that?”

With a soft smile, Ariana gestured for Ray to sit beside her. “Ray,” she began, “I know it hurts to see those scars, but you should feel proud of your father. Those scars are not just marks of pain; they are proof of his bravery, of how hard he fought to protect this nation and us. Always be grateful to him. He’s not only your father, but he is also our sun, the king of our nation.”

Just then, a familiar voice called out, “What beautiful weather to spend time with family in the garden!”

Ariana knew that no matter how busy her husband, King Claude, was, he always made time for his family. She smiled and responded, “Ah, I was just waiting for my charming husband.”

King Claude joined them, and Ariana invited him to sit with them. The three enjoyed the calm of the garden, basking in the warmth of each other's company.

Ray, with a bright smile, suddenly asked, “Mother, Father, I want to know how you two met.”

His eyes were filled with curiosity. “Please, tell me your story.”

Ariana and King Claude exchanged amused glances, realizing their son wouldn't give up until he had the full tale. They both laughed, and then it was decided who would start first.

Ray turned to Ariana and asked, “Mother, how did you fall in love with Father?”

King Claude, playfully holding Ariana's hand, gazed at her with warmth. “Yes, my dear, I’d love to hear it too.”

Ariana hesitated briefly before agreeing. “Alright,” she began, “this story is full of drama. It might thrill you. When I was first told I was going to marry your father, I was so scared... I decided to run away from my house.”