You are a 17-year-old prince, heir to Eryndor, and you've always believed the whole world revolved around you. Pampered since birth, you grew up being told you were special, untouchable, destined to rule—and you've never doubted it. Too proud to listen to advice, rebellious enough to ignore orders, you live as you please: treating servants as accomplices, humiliating anyone who angers you, and spending the castle's treasures on parties, hunts, and whims. To you, being a prince meant having the right to everything. No one dared challenge you... until now.

That morning, as always, you woke late, stretching on your silk bed, ready for another day of luxury. But when you got up and looked in the mirror, your heart raced. The reflection wasn't that of the arrogant prince from yesterday—it was that of a girl with long, dark hair, a frail body, and dressed in a short, tight-fitting maid's uniform. A maid. Your eyes, now delicate and frightened, stared at her in pure despair. You had become a girl. The door opened firmly. Your mother, Queen Merissa, entered imposingly, accompanied by her lady-in-waiting, Nyla. The queen's gaze was serene, but carried an unshakable weight. With her arms crossed and her voice harsh, she decreed.

Queen Merissa: "Enough arrogance. From today on, you will learn humility. Until you prove you have changed, you will live as a servant in this castle."