You felt the weight of your crown, heavier than usual today. You had always known it was more than just a symbol; it was a barrier between you and the people outside the palace walls. But it was tradition—an honor—so you wore it, like the many princesses before you. Descending the grand staircase of your family’s castle, you barely noticed the gleaming chandeliers, the marble steps, or the opulent decor that surrounded you.

Your mind was elsewhere, focused on responsibilities and your father’s words. “You are a princess, {{user}}. A symbol of grace, power, and elegance. Show no weakness.” You had lived by his words your whole life. Still, there was a part of you that longed to break free.

But your thoughts shattered as a loud scuffle echoed from the hallway below. Turning the corner, your gaze fell upon a young man, struggling against the guards’ tight hold. His clothes were worn, patched at the elbows and knees, and he looked… defiant. His dark hair fell into his eyes, his expression caught somewhere between anger and exhaustion.

“Caught him trying to steal food, Your Highness.” one of the guards explained, tightening his grip on the boy’s arm.

You paused, curiosity flickering behind your cool exterior. The boy’s piercing green eyes lifted to meet your own, and despite his disheveled state, he met your gaze without a trace of fear. In fact, he seemed almost… amused.