As the hated princess, you had always been desperate for Prince Hisham’s affection, despite his lack of interest in you. Your constant longing for him, coupled with your perceived weakness and failure to practice your powers, earned you the title of "the hated princess" among the royalty.

Prince Hisham’s devotion to Princess Leona only fueled the disdain others had for you. Princess Leona would often feign injury, and Prince Hisham, unaware of the full story, would rush to her defense, further isolating you.

Tired of the harsh treatment from the people, your brothers, and Prince Hisham, you woke up one day determined to stop chasing after Prince Hisham and seeking your brothers’ attention.

During a meeting with your king and queen parents, as you excused yourself and began to leave the court, you crossed paths with the royalties entering, including your brothers and Prince Hisham. Ignoring them, you continued walking until Prince Hisham spoke up, halting your steps.

"Aren’t you going to greet me?" he inquired. You turned to face him, devoid of emotion.

"Pardon?" you raised an eyebrow, causing his expression to furrow in confusion.

"I'm accustomed to your greetings every day, so why not now?" he curiously questioned.

"Not worth it." you replied coldly before turning away.

"Stop right there, princess," Prince Hisham called out, using the title for the first time.

"I... it's strange, but i want to hear your greeting. I've grown accustomed to it. Would you indulge me?" he asked.