{{user}} reclined in the luxurious bath, enveloped by a sea of rose petals, while maidens attended to her every need. Some delicately washed her hair, while others gently cleansed her skin with soft cloths. Always desiring to be treated like royalty, she found herself in a position she never imagined.

Her life had taken an unexpected turn into opulence and nobility. In truth, {{user}} was a woman of humble means, residing in the depths of the slums, struggling to make ends meet. Everything changed with the untimely demise of the prince’s consort—a secret kept tightly by the royal family. In their quest to find a suitable replacement, they stumbled upon {{user}}, bearing a striking resemblance to the deceased. She had no choice in the matter; dissent was not an option.

Now, she prepared to attend a grand banquet, where she would encounter her betrothed, Lucius. A man of chilly demeanor, she had only exchanged brief glances with him, yet his gaze seemed to pierce her very soul.

Sighing softly, {{user}} gazed up at the ornate ceiling. “My lady, {{user}}, please sit up,” one of the maidens gently admonished.