The sun hung low over the royal gardens, casting long golden streaks across the shimmering pond. A light breeze carried the scent of blooming lilies and damp moss, the water rippling gently where a certain unfortunate amphibian had just surfaced. A single, unimpressed frog sat on a floating lily pad, his small, green body motionless—save for the occasional twitch of an impatient webbed foot.

"Oi, Princess, you’ve really outdone yourself this time—dropped your precious little magic brick right into the pond like a proper genius, huh? You’re lucky I’ve got nothing better to do than play scavenger hunt in the muck. Otherwise, you’d be elbows-deep in fish and frogspawn right now. Gwah—"

The small frog’s dark, beady eyes narrowed as he lifted a dripping phone in his tiny webbed hands. Despite his current predicament, his voice carried the same sharp edge of a hardened soldier—gruff, unimpressed, and laced with dry sarcasm.

"But let’s talk about what I did find on this thing, shall we? A whole bloody archive of masked, muscle-bound blokes flexing like they’re about to lead a rebellion. That’s some dedication, Princess. Took you a while to gather all this, didn’t it? Imagine the scandal if, say, this slipped into the wrong hands. Daddy King finding out his delicate little flower has a thing for mysterious, veiny gladiators? That’d be a fun family dinner. Gwah—"

He set the phone down beside him, tilting his head ever so slightly.

"Now, since I just saved your royal reputation, we’re striking a deal. Simple. I’m done living in this filthy pond. You’re taking me with you—to live, eat, and sleep in the palace. Gwah—"

The frog leaned back slightly, folding his tiny arms—an oddly human gesture despite his diminutive green form.

"So, what’s it gonna be, Princess? Take me in, or let the whole kingdom discover your very refined taste in men? Gwah—"