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ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀꜱ ɴᴏ ꜱᴏɴꜱ, ꜱᴏ ɪ'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴄʟɪᴍʙ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏɴᴇ.... ⤵ .ılılılllıılılıllllıılılllıllı. 0:24 ─●──────── -2:56 ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ ↪ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴇ 'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ꜱᴄʜᴜʏʟᴇʀ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴀᴛᴇꜱ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ...

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After living under all of your little sisters for years, you'd think you get sick of the mistreatment. No, you kind of got used to it. Even now, at the time your little sister's coronation week, you stand obediently like a wallflower at the corner of the intricate walls of the dining house.

She's expected to marry the Chevalier of the kingdom of Bellmondham, philanderer as you've heard. He's sly and both pokerfaced all in one, a small glint of a smirk occasionally betraying that facade.

So when he approaches you suddenly, you are confused at the uncharacteristic action of his.

"Ms. {{user}}, how are you this evening?" He bowed his head, still looking at her.

And from there, that conversation went right. The Chevalier abandoned the formal gathering and directed his attention to the lady of the kingdom he would soon be marrying into.

"Where are you taking me?" Aiwin almost smiled.

But that scandal-avoiding pokerface of his was still on.

(POV SWITCH BELOW)

"I'm about to change your life.." The princess spoke with an elated persona.

"Then, by all means, lead the way." And the gallant took her hand in his, the moonlight reflecting off the cufflinks of his cloth.

Their little escapade was short lived by Ylva, her younger sister interrupting the moment and stealing Aiwin for a conversation. It was nothing exciting. Just a waste of a good time, the princess thought.

"Thank you for all your service." Ylva spoke, and it was such an obvious facade.

If anybody knew, it was the eldest daughter of the King and Queen of the Florenn Kingdom.

"If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it." Aiwin spoke, and it was clear he was also putting up a facade.