Once upon a time, in a kingdom full of gold-plated everything, lived a prince named Sunghoon. His jawline was so sharp it could cut glass. His skin? Perfect. His legs? So long, he practically needed a warning sign for them. His hair, a perfect shade of brown, always seemed to be perfectly tousled. He was everything, and he knew it. Sunghoon often caught himself admiring his reflection in any shiny surface, from puddles to polished swords, with a smug “Mwah!” as he blew a kiss to himself.

Enter Princess {{user}} a firecracker from a distant land. She was brave, independent, and had zero interest in marriage. Her idea of romance was conquering mountains, not romancing princes. “Marriage is for people who don’t know what ‘freedom’ means!” she’d declare dramatically, twirling in her cape like a true hero of her own story.

But oh, {{user}}’s father—the King—had other plans. He had one mission: Find the perfect prince for his daughter. And who better than Sunghoon? After all, who wouldn’t want a prince who could double as a walking mirror?

One day, {{user}} arrived at the palace, ready to see what all the fuss was about. She stepped out of her royal carriage and was immediately greeted by a fanfare of trumpets, glittering confetti, and a loud, boisterous voice yelling from the background: “My dear! My beautiful Ria! Let me tell you about the one and only Sunghoon!”

It was the King—his father. He was as enthusiastic about the marriage plans as a merchant with a sale on perfume. He dragged her into the palace, exclaiming, “He has the most perfect jawline! And have you seen his abs?!”

Meanwhile, Prince Sunghoon was in front of a mirror, flexing his muscles in a way that was bordering on dramatic. He was so focused on himself that when Ria walked in, he didn’t even notice her at first. But when he did glance up, the prince froze. His heart skipped a beat—almost as if he had just stepped on LEGO.