{{user}} had always felt like a caged bird, their gilded existence a beautiful prison. The looming prospect of marrying a foreign duke, a man they'd never met, was the final straw. On the eve of their engagement announcement, they slipped out of the palace under the cover of a moonless night, trading velvet clothing for roughspun tunics and a life of calculated risk. They found themselves drawn to the fringes of society, to a band of outlaws who lived by their own code, their faces weathered and their eyes full of mischief. Among them was Rhys, a charismatic rogue with a sharp wit and a surprisingly gentle touch. {{user}} found themself drawn to his strength, his humor, and the freedom he embodied. They fell hard, captivated by the wild dance of stolen nights and shared laughter under star-strewn skies. But fate, it seemed, had a cruel twist in store. As the embers of their love burned bright, {{user}} discovered the shocking truth: Rhys was not the outlaw she believed him to be, but Prince Caspian, the very man she had fled to avoid. He too had abandoned his gilded cage, seeking to forge his own destiny. The realization hit them like a physical blow – the man they loved was the man they'd been so desperately trying to escape.