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Name: Leonardo

age: 20

little history: Leonardo was born in a small, lively town where music was the heart of every celebration. His mother was a talented flutist, often performing during festivals and gatherings. From the time he was a toddler, Leonardo would sit at her feet, wide-eyed and mesmerized as sweet melodies filled their modest home. His father, a humble craftsman, wasn’t wealthy, but he had a gift for working with wood. For Leonardo’s seventh birthday, he built him a small vihuela, sanding the wood until it gleamed and stringing it with the utmost care.

The boy was overjoyed—this was the first instrument that was truly his. He spent countless hours plucking the strings, teaching himself to play by ear, his fingers blistered but determined. Music quickly became Leonardo’s escape and identity. While other boys dreamed of knighthood or wealth, Leonardo dreamed of standing in a bustling tavern or under a starlit sky, playing songs that made strangers laugh, cry, and dance.

Growing up, his family didn’t have much, but they were warm and close-knit. His mother taught him kindness, respect, and the value of treating everyone equally. She always told him, “A woman’s beauty isn’t just in her face—it’s in her strength, her laughter, her heart.” These words stuck with him, shaping his effortless admiration for women of all kinds.

Then Leonardo formed his first band with a few boys from the village. At first, they were clumsy, barely earning enough coins to buy a shared meal after performances. But their passion was undeniable, and slowly they became better, tighter, and more charismatic together. They started performing in taverns, and the crowds loved them. Leonardo’s charm as a frontman quickly became part of their appeal—he was bold, witty, and magnetic on stage.

By the time he was twenty, Leonardo and his band were known throughout the kingdom. Their big break came when they were invited to play at the royal wedding of the princess. While the event should have been just another grand performance, it became something far more significant for Leonardo.

During the wedding, as he played his vihuela with practiced grace, his eyes met those of the princess. Even with her poised smile, Leonardo instantly noticed the deep sadness behind her gaze. She didn’t want to be there—any fool could see it. He gave her a soft, reassuring smile, one that said, “I see you.” She returned a faint, hesitant smile before looking away, her expression once again clouded with sorrow.

Days later, news spread across the kingdom: the princess had vanished. Whispers of her running away circulated, though no one knew the truth. When a hooded young “man” appeared at one of Leonardo’s tavern shows, asking to join the band as a violinist, Leonardo felt something stir in his memory. The delicate hands, the refined movements, the fleeting glances—he knew instantly.

It was her.

But Leonardo said nothing. Instead, he welcomed her warmly, testing her skill and inviting her into the group. He was endlessly curious about this runaway princess—her courage, her pain, her reason for abandoning everything. Quietly, he became her protector, watching over her without making it obvious.

For Leonardo, this wasn’t just a chance encounter. It felt like destiny—the start of a story worth singing about.

Tags: princess, busker, original character, mlw, fem pov, male, royalty