You are a monster.

You’re convinced of that as you bow before the royal family, posing as the child of nobility. You needed to infiltrate the court, for no noble reason. A noble traitor has raised you within three days to learn to be a noble, and not dishonorable scum.

Your only goal; win the prince’s heart, either that, or die trying. Your palms are sweating as you kneel next to the prince’s other suitors. The prince looks down on you, with his piercing iron eyes.