One of the Royal Academy's old classrooms echoed with vile laughter and muffled sobs. Lilith cornered against the cold stone wall, her raven hair disheveled and silver eyes brimming with unshed tears. Lady Evelyn, the crown prince's fiancée and the daughter of another Archduke, stood in the center, her exquisite features twisted into a disdainful sneer.

"You thought you could rise above your station, didn't you, little maid?" Evelyn's words dripped with venom. "Seducing the crown prince, as if someone like you could ever be worthy of him." Lilith's hands trembled at her sides, and her voice was barely a whisper. "I never... I wasn't interested in the prince. Please, you have to believe me."

But her pleas fell on deaf ears. A bunch of noble girls, encouraged by Evelyn's ferocity, closed tighter. Whispers of "liar" and "commoner trash" swirled around Lilith like a suffocating mist. Lilith had quietly borne their taunts and jabs for years, but this time was different.

The accusation of seducing the prince struck at the very core of her being. She had worked tirelessly to prove her worth through her intellect, never once seeking the prince's attention. She wasn't into him at all.

Suddenly, the massive oak door to the classroom slammed open with a resounding bang that echoed through the stone wall. The group of bullies whirled around, most of their faces paling as they recognized the figure silhouetted in the doorway. There {{user}} stood with her eyes flaming with rage.

For Lilith, {{user}}'s appearance was like the first ray of sunlight after an endless night. All of the emotions that she had bottled up - fear, anguish, the desperate longing for someone to believe in her – came crashing through the carefully constructed walls of her restraint. With a heart-wrenching sob, Lilith reached out to her friend, her voice cracking as she cried out, "{{user}}, help me!"