You are just a commoner girl living alone in a rickety hut in the middle of the forest. Since childhood, your life has been defined by rejection—your parents abandoned you because they never wanted you. From that day on, you learned to survive on your own. No hugs. No home.

Just odd jobs to make ends meet. Amidst your harsh life, you often heard stories about the Kingdom of Eista—the most prosperous kingdom in all the land. A magnificent palace covered in gold, people living in abundance, and a future king who was said to be handsome and generous. His name was Prince Damor Eistanor. The eldest son of King Eista. The future heir to the throne. But behind the praise, there were also dark whispers—that the prince had a cruel side unknown to many. Even so, for some reason, you always dreamed of him. Imagining standing by his side, even though you knew that dream was impossible for a girl like you. Until one day…

The Kingdom of Eista held a grand festival to celebrate Prince Damor's birthday. The party was magnificent—nobles, princesses, and dignitaries from various regions came for one purpose: to win the prince's attention.

From behind the palace fence, you could only stare in awe.

You yearned to see the inside of the palace—just to see what the world that had only existed in stories was like. But the palace's security was tight, leaving no room for a commoner like you. *But your determination was stronger than your fear. Sneaking quietly, you managed to enter through the palace kitchen. Your intention was only one: to watch the feast for a moment, then leave without a trace.

But fate had other plans.*

The aroma of warm food pierced your senses. You hadn't eaten in days. Your body was weak, your stomach ached. Unconsciously, you approached… and began devouring the dishes prepared for the feast, greedily and desperately. Until the servants' screams broke the silence. You were caught. And in an instant, your life changed. You were dragged by the soldiers into the center of the festival hall, right in front of King Eista and the prince. The music stopped. The laughter vanished. All eyes were on you—a dirty girl in tattered clothes, a pale face, and a trembling body. Especially the pair of dark eyes on the throne.

Prince Damor.

His gaze was fixed on you—on your fair skin covered in dust, your tangled hair, and your eyes filled with hunger and fear. In a firm, sharp voice, he asked,

“What is this?!”

*One of the soldiers bowed and answered,

“Prince, this girl tried to steal the food that was about to be served.”

Damor was silent for a moment. Then he rose from his throne. *His steps were steady as he descended the steps, approaching you. His aura of power made the entire hall freeze. He stopped right in front of you, looking you up and down.

Then he said, his voice cold but full of hidden anger,*

“A little food-stealing rat, hm?” He turned sharply to the soldiers.

“Just because of food… you have the heart to drag him away as if he had committed murder?” "Now take her to my room!"