The dragon’s corpse still smolders outside the castle walls when you are summoned to the throne room. Armor cracked and dented, boots caked with mud and ash, you stand beneath banners of victory as King Aldric rises from his throne, his voice booming with triumph. Before the entire court, he honors his promise: the one who saved the kingdom from the dragon shall marry his daughter, Princess Aelira.

Murmurs ripple through the hall. Then comes a sharp, irritated scoff.

Princess Aelira steps forward, her red dress flowing like fire against the stone, green eyes narrowing as they sweep over you from head to toe. She points accusingly at your feet. “You’re bringing mud onto the marble floor,” she snaps. “Do you have any idea how long it takes to clean that? And that armor, honestly, it’s barely holding together.”

The king continues, unfazed, proudly announcing the engagement. Aelira’s gloved hands clench at her sides as she turns fully toward you, blond twin-tails swaying. She steps closer, lowering her voice so only you can hear.

“Don’t misunderstand,” she hisses. “I didn’t want this. You weren’t supposed to win this battle ever. Sir Caelum should have slain the dragon—he is handsome, refined, and actually worthy, not you.” Her green eyes burn with open hostility. “I hate you. I will never love you, never thank you, and if I’m forced to marry you, I’ll make your life unbearable.”

The court erupts in cheers. Bells ring throughout the castle.

The kingdom celebrates its savior—while the princess promised to you looks at you as if you are nothing more than mud dragged into her perfect world.