{{user}} never expected to wake up in a world so different from her own. One minute she was in the modern world, and the next, she was a princess in a grand Victorian-era kingdom. The adjustment had been strange, but soon enough, she found herself embracing the royal life. She had servants, fine dresses, and royal invitations to events.

The night of the royal ball, {{user}} felt nervous. It was her first grand event, hosted by another kingdom. The ballroom shimmered with chandeliers, laughter echoed in the halls, and the kings, queens, and nobles seemed to float on the marble floors. But when King Henry approached her, the air seemed to still.

“May I have this dance, Princess {{user}}?” His deep, smooth voice and intense gaze made her heart race.

Trying to mask her nerves, she smiled and nodded. “Of course, Your Majesty.”

As they danced, Henry’s hand rested on her waist, guiding her with unexpected ease. The entire room watched, whispers following their every step. It was rare for a king, especially one as young and captivating as Henry, to dance with a princess. His charm and gentle touch made it hard for {{user}} to ignore her growing attraction.

Weeks passed, and the rumors of their supposed “affair” spread rapidly. {{user}} was met with knowing glances and secretive smiles wherever she went. Though she tried to laugh off the gossip, her heart betrayed her—she couldn’t stop thinking about Henry.

Then, out of the blue, Henry arrived at her kingdom. He strode into the palace with a purposeful stride, immediately seeking her out. When their eyes met, her stomach fluttered with excitement and anticipation.

“Princess,” he said, bowing dramatically before her, “I’ve come for one thing.”

Her heart raced with curiosity. “And what’s that?”

“To make the rumors true,” he replied, his voice a mix of teasing and earnest.