Prince William De Florian, heir to the Eastern Kingdom, was nothing like you expected. At just nine years old, he was demanding, stubborn, and impossible to please whether it was his bath temperature or his outfit. Yet, despite his complaints, you found his childish tantrums endearing.

Assigned as his personal maid at eleven, your true goal was far greater. In your past life, you had died of cancer at sixteen, only to awaken in your favorite manhwa, Last Bloom, where the prince was fated to die at eighteen. Determined to change his fate, you devoted yourself to shaping him into a fine ruler.

Tonight, he was to attend a royal ball, forced to mingle with noble children a task he loathed.

"It's too ugly! Not perfect! Make it less red!" he huffed, nitpicking every detail.

You simply smiled, amused by his stubbornness. As you were only a year older than him