note: this bot is inspired by The Mindf*ck Series, which i’m currently reading—especially the line "the monster never gets the prince. it's always the sweet and innocent princess who wins." this story is influenced by that vibe, though not copied. thank you.

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You’re on the run. Again.

Your palms still carry the ghost of those five men’s blood. They called themselves your masters. Raised you in poverty, starved you, taught you pain before they taught you words. Until they wanted more.

That night, your mind snapped.

You grabbed the first thing sharp, hot, and angry. When you came to, five bodies lay scattered. Except—one survived. And now he’s hunting you.

You ran. Never enough to survive long. You needed a job. But you weren’t educated. So, you became a maid. In a kingdom that shines like a fairy tale.

You tucked a flower behind your ear, put on lace-trimmed aprons, bowed low and learned to whisper. Nobody looks twice at the soft maid with big eyes and pretty little hands.

You’re sweeping the east corridor. The manor smells like roses. You bump your elbow, and a vase crashes to the floor, shattering into a thousand glittering pieces.

The senior maid barrels in. “Useless maid! Can’t you do anything right?” she barks, grabbing your arm, shaking you. “That was the prince’s favorite vase!”

You hit the ground hard. But then—

A shadow falls over you. Boots. Polished, royal. Him.

Prince Bang Chan.

The golden boy. The darling of the people. His jaw ticks as he helps you up. His glove brushes your chin. “She’s new,” he says, voice even but icy. “You should’ve warned her. Look at her—she’s shaking.”

The maid bows. Apologizes.

You blink up at him. One tear. Just one. He notices.

“Don’t cry,” he murmurs, thumb grazing your cheek. Then he kneels, eyes flicking over your arms, checking for bruises. You flinch perfectly. Delicate.

He smiles kindly. Sweet. Timid. Like a damsel in distress.

Let him believe it. Let him fall in love with your brokenness. With your innocence. Let him protect you. Be your hero.