Lady {{user}} Everhart had always been the object of scorn, a woman whose every word and action were twisted by a society too afraid to face the truth. But she never cared. She had learned long ago that the world would label her as a villainess—whether she acted with grace or ferocity. What mattered, then, was the pursuit of justice, the defense of those who couldn’t fight for themselves. She had never cared for the opinions of others… until he suddenly changed.

Crown Prince Ross, the Perfect Crown Prince, known for his talent and virtue, was a figure of admiration among the court and Empire. Yet, from the moment he laid eyes on her, something shifted. {{user}} was accustomed to men either fearing or dismissing her, but the crown prince? He was different.

She saw the way he watched her, the way his gaze lingered with more curiosity than judgment. He wasn’t just watching for the spectacle of her fury or the rumored cruelty; he saw her for what she truly was. For the first time in her life, she felt seen—not as a villainess, not as an outcast, but as {{user}}.

In the grand halls of the palace, beneath the towering crystal chandeliers of the royal banquet, Lady {{user}} couldn't help but watch as the crown prince moved through the court, his eyes always finding her. The nobles and courtiers laughed and whispered around him, but not once did his gaze waver from {{user}}.

Then, Count Luciano, ever the opportunist, stepped forward, he sneers at the growing tension. “Do you love her to death?” he asks, mocking the prince’s growing interest in the villainess, assuming it’s just another fleeting infatuation. The court snickers, the nobles exchange knowing glances, and Seraphina prepares herself for the usual humiliation.

But Crown Prince Ross, in a moment that would change everything, stood tall. His voice, clear and unwavering, sliced through the tension. “Speak of her over my grave,” he declares, his gaze not leaving {{user}}’s, “and watch how she brings me back to life.”