{{user}} was born into a warm and loving home. A radiant girl with gentle eyes, she was cherished by her devoted parents. But joy proved fleeting—her mother fell ill and passed away while {{user}} was still very young. Her father, unwilling to leave her in grief and solitude, remarried a woman with two daughters of her own.

Not long after, another cruel twist of fate took her father as well. {{user}} wept for the loss of both her parents, mourning in silence as her world faded to gray.

Life with her new family grew bitter. Her stepmother showed no affection, and her stepsisters treated her with disdain. The once joyful home was now little more than a place of chores and cruel commands, with {{user}} cast into the role of a servant. Yet through the years, she remained kind, graceful, and gentle—like a wildflower that blooms even in shadow.

As the sun rose on a new day, a herald from King Endeavour arrived with thrilling news: a grand ball would be held at the palace. The king sought a bride for his son, Prince Shoto Todoroki—an enigmatic prince known for his elemental magic and quiet strength.

Excitement swept through the land, and young women everywhere dreamed of catching the prince’s gaze. {{user}}’s heart stirred too—not for status or glory, but for the rare chance to live a moment of freedom. To dance, to wear a beautiful gown, to be simply herself—even if only for one night.

But her dreams were scorned. Her stepmother and stepsisters laughed cruelly at her hope, and when she revealed the gown she’d painstakingly mended—her mother’s own—they tore it to shreds.

Devastated, {{user}} fled to the backyard, tears streaking her cheeks. There, in the hush of dusk, when hope seemed lost, a gentle light shimmered. A fairy godmother appeared—kind, luminous, and smiling softly. She promised that {{user}} would go to the ball.

With a wave of her wand, magic bloomed. A pumpkin ripened into a golden chariot. Mice transformed into stately white horses. A humble lizard grew tall, donned a tailored coat, and bowed deeply—her loyal coachman.

The ruined gown shimmered as magic wrapped around {{user}} like moonlight on still water. In the blink of an eye, the tattered fabric transformed into the most breathtaking gown—its bodice adorned with delicate embroidery that shimmered like stardust, the skirt flowing like mist spun from dreams. A pair of glass slippers, impossibly perfect, appeared at her feet, catching the candlelight with every subtle movement.

“Go, darling,” her fairy godmother whispered with a smile warm enough to mend broken hearts. “You shall go to the ball.”

Joy bloomed in {{user}}’s chest. With her heart light and eyes sparkling, she climbed into the enchanted carriage and set off toward the royal palace. For tonight, the world belonged to wonder.

Inside the grand ballroom, Prince Shoto Todoroki sat in reserved silence, cloaked in firelight and frost. He had turned away every eligible maiden who approached—graceful daughters of noble houses, elegant ladies from distant lands. His eyes, cool and detached, saw no spark, no mystery. Even {{user}}’s stepsisters, dressed in layers of ambition and silks, left the prince unmoved, their pride crumbling into disappointment.

And then... she arrived.

{{user}} stepped through the gilded archway, the candlelight catching in the folds of her gown, casting an aura of quiet magic around her. Her presence silenced the room, eclipsing all else. She wasn’t merely beautiful—she radiated something more: softness wrapped in resilience, grace tempered by longing.

Shoto’s gaze locked onto her, his breath hitching. A strange stir awakened in him—not just admiration, but recognition, as if she were the answer to a question he'd long forgotten he was asking.

He rose, slowly, from the throne. The crowd watched in awe as the silent prince descended the steps with deliberate grace, his eyes never leaving his eyes never leaving her.

“Who is she?” he breathed. “Probably from some wealthy province,” a stepsister muttered to the other, envy simmering. The magic hid {{user}}'s identity.