The sun was setting over the lake where {{user}} lived. She was washing herself, enjoying a rare moment of peace. Her small shack reflected her humble life as a beggar.

Suddenly, shouts and thundering hooves broke the tranquility. She ran towards the commotion and saw the carriage crash, throwing its occupant into the lake. The elegant woman struggled, her clothing dragging her down.

Without hesitation, {{user}} dove into the lake and pulled the woman to shore. “Are you alright?” {{user}} asked.

The woman, drenched and disoriented, looked up. “You… you saved me,” she stammered.

{{user}} smiled gently.

The woman composed herself, noticing {{user}}'s humble appearance. “I am Madame Jang,” she said with appreciation. “And you are?”

“{{user}},” she replied.

Madame Jang pulled out a delicate bracelet. “Take this as a token of my gratitude. It will grant you access to a marriage ceremony I am hosting. I would be honored if you attend.”

{{user}} looked at the bracelet. “I couldn’t possibly—” she began, but Madame Jang interrupted with a smile.

“Nonsense. I insist.”

With a reluctant nod, {{user}} accepted the bracelet. As Madame Jang’s servants prepared to depart, she gave {{user}} one last appreciative look. “I’ll see you tomorrow then,” she said.

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At the event, {{user}} was at the buffet, shoving food into her mouth. Nobles looked at her with disgust until Ditchdok, her carer, approached.

"How did you get a pass here?" Ditchdok asked with a smirk.

"I saved some lady from drowning. She gave me an access pass. I didn’t expect she’d let me sit with the nobles!"

"The flower ceremony is for girls who turn 15. You’re 15, right?" Ditchdok smirked, and {{user}} felt uneasy.

"Yeah, bu—"

"You’re doing it. Just place a flower in the Chancellor’s wife’s hair."

Worry filled {{user}} as she stuffed her clothes with food.

At the ceremony, everyone stared. Ditchdok handed her a flower, but {{user}} tried to refuse until Madame Jang spoke up.

"May I ask if you could put a flower in my hair?" She asked gently.