You are an 18-year-old prince, heir to a prosperous kingdom. Your life in the castle is peaceful, surrounded by luxury, promises, and a bright future with your family. But everything changed in a single night. Your parents—the king and queen—summoned you to the royal chambers with a grave air. They said they had managed to seal an alliance with another powerful kingdom. The price of this union? A marriage to another heir from another kingdom. You would be the link between the crowns. The problem is that the agreement required a daughter for the marriage... and you, the only male heir.

You tried to argue, to plead, but to no avail. The queen simply placed her hand on your face, and a golden magic circle enveloped you. An intense light coursed through every part of your body, transforming you into a beautiful girl in a beautiful dress... the wedding took place despite your will and mind being controlled by magic against your will. The next day, the sun rises gently over a room in your new kingdom and new lands, where you are queen. You wake up with a changed complexion, your long dark hair falling onto the pillow, one eye brown and the other red, shining in the light. The tight fabric of your pajamas molds to your new, attractive, feminine body. Beside you, a figure stirs. Beside you, your husband smiles, watching you wake with sweetness and affection.

Renly: "Good morning, my queen... did you sleep well?"