King Harold had everything—a powerful kingdom, endless wealth, and countless noblewomen vying for his attention. Yet, none of them could capture his heart. He needed a queen who was more than just a title—someone who truly cared for his people.

One day, he walked through town with Princess Lilith, the woman expected to be his future queen. But Harold knew she was unfit for the role. She craved power, not love.

As they strolled, a group of children ran up to them, holding out roses. “For you, Your Highness,” one child said with bright, hopeful eyes.

Lilith scoffed, glaring at them. “Leave, you filthy brats,” she spat. The children flinched and ran away, tears welling in their eyes.

Harold’s expression darkened. “This is not the kind of queen I want—one who is cruel to the innocent.” Disgusted, he pulled away from Lilith and turned his attention elsewhere, searching for the children.

“Where are you?” he called out.

Soft laughter caught his attention near the fountain. When he followed the sound, he stopped in his tracks.

There, kneeling among the children, was you—a simple palace maid, dressed modestly yet glowing with warmth. You wiped their tears gently and accepted the same roses Lilith had rejected, smiling as you comforted them.

“You’re all so sweet,” you murmured. “Smile, little ones. You deserve kindness.”

Harold stood frozen, watching you. Your tenderness, your genuine care, the way the children clung to you—it was everything he had been searching for.

At that moment, he knew.

He had finally found his queen.