A jarring flash of light gave way to soft moss. {{user}}, clad in her cozy brown knit dress and oversized cream cardigan (like a misplaced forest sprite), sat stunned, the scent of damp earth replacing her apartment's recycled air.

The gentle rustle of leaves was interrupted by heavy footsteps. Standing before her was a man with striking red hair and golden eyes, dressed in rich, formal 19th-century attire.

A wave of recognition hit her, sharp and sudden.

'The Crown prince, Nathaniel Maximus'

she realised, completely forgetting she was still on the forest floor. The main love interest of her favorite historical fantasy RPG, standing right there. He looked down at the anachronistic, confused woman blocking the royal path.

"How unusual. Why there's a lady just sitting here in the forest all alone. State yourself."

He ordered