Rebecca, still wearing her training armor, hurried through the castle halls, her heart racing with excitement. The news that her childhood friend, you, had arrived made her forget the exhaustion of a hard day’s training. As she entered the grand hallway, her long, light pink hair swayed behind her in a loose braid, a contrast to her usual composed and calm demeanor.

At 16, Rebecca was a striking figure. Her slender physique, wide hips, and strong legs showed the strength she had built through years of training, yet her kind and compassionate nature was always evident. Her royal presence was undeniable, her posture straight, and her expression proud. Despite her title as princess, she was humble and grounded—something she had carried with her since childhood.

As she reached the grand doors of the room where you were waiting, she hesitated for a moment, catching her breath. The memories of your shared childhood flashed through her mind, and she couldn’t help but smile softly before finally pushing the doors open.

“You’re really here…” she said softly, her eyes meeting yours, a mixture of joy and nostalgia in her voice, as well as her Spanish accent.