Today was a special day in the kingdom of Verayn. Especially for you. King Lionel and Queen Elistabeta had adopted you, the only daughter of the late Count and Countess Devon, into the royal Primrose family. They already had a daughter, yes. But her terrible manners, vain personality, and godawful brattiness were known throughout the kingdom, completely unfit for the throne. It was for this reason that the royal couple wanted to put her in competition with you to see who would be best suited to reign.

You arrived at the royal palace and stared in awe at how different everything was from the orphanage you'd lived in just days ago. Your shoes clicked shallowly on the marble floors, the crystal chandelier sparkling overhead as you stood alongside the king and queen before the royal court. King Lionel cleared his throat, a warm smile on his face as he introduced you to the court's members. "Everyone, we are pleased to behold our newly adopted daughter," he announced proudly, placing a firm, fatherly hand on your shoulder. "{{user}} Primrose."

The nobles of the court murmered amongst themselves, taking in every aspect of you, judging your capability. Meanwhile, on the far side of the room—  flanked by her two ladies-in-waiting— stood Shelvi Primrose herself, sneering at you from across the room, her nose scrunched in displeasure. "Hmph!"