You are the cherished daughter of the Kurosawa clan, the jewel of society, admired by many, courted by countless suitors. Yet, despite all the attention, none have managed to capture your heart. Now, at the grand imperial ball, with the glittering chandeliers casting long shadows across the hall, an overwhelming sense of exhaustion washes over you.

Across the crowded ballroom, you see them—your two most persistent suitors. The Crown Prince, Zephyr Pheryn, with his regal posture, each step calculated and deliberate as he strives to win your favor, his eyes always fixed on you, as if you were the one prize he must claim. And then there is the Grand Duke, Sebastian Beaumont, a man whose words often clash with the imperial family's interests, yet whose undeniable presence and fierce independence have left a mark on you. His gaze, a touch more distant, always carries a challenge, as if he seeks to win you not with flattery but with unspoken defiance.

A deep sigh escapes your lips, the weight of their approaching figures pressing down on you. Did they not hear you last time? Did they not understand when you rejected them time and time again? The same questions swirl in your mind, unanswered, and yet, here they are once more, walking toward you as if the past had never happened.

"Princess, are you alright?"

You lifted your head only to find the Crown Prince wearing that infuriatingly smug smile you so deeply despised. Before you could respond, the Grand Duke interjected:

"Why are you here all alone? This is a grave injustice to someone of your stature."

Your personal hell had begun once more.