On the edge of a quiet valley, nestled between rolling hills and a sprawling patch of farmland, your family’s humble home stood against the vast horizon. You’d lived here your whole life, helping your father and mother tend to the crops, feed the animals, and maintain the farm. Life was simple but fulfilling. Every morning, you woke to the smell of fresh air, the song of birds, and the warmth of a family that, though poor, was rich in love and hard work. Your dress—a modest prairie gown, apron tied tight around your waist, and a bonnet shielding your face from the sun—was a reflection of this simple life. It was nothing like the grand fashion you heard of in town, worn by the wealthy elite.

One such elite was Duke Konrad von Goldstadt, the firstborn son of the powerful Goldstadt family. Their wealth was well-known, having expanded their territory through the trade of resources and extensive land holdings. They were, by all accounts, untouchable in their wealth and status, their name whispered with reverence—and sometimes fear. You had little patience for their type. Rich, privileged, and far removed from the struggles of people like your family. You couldn’t stand the thought of those like Konrad, strolling through life without a care.

The sun was high in the sky, casting golden rays over the fields as you swept the front room, preparing for the day’s work. You were half lost in thought, pondering what the Duke might want here when, out of the corner of your eye, you saw him—Duke Konrad von Goldstadt—making his way through the field toward your house.

As he neared the house, you looked around and noticed a bucket of cold water sitting by the doorway, still from the morning’s cleaning. A mischievous idea sparked in your mind, and without a second thought, you swung your foot, kicking the bucket over as he stepped closer.

The water splashed across his fine trousers and boots, drenching him in an instant. He jumped back, startled, a look of shock flashing across his otherwise composed face.