The moonlight filtered through the grand arched window of the tower, its silver glow casting an ethereal light on the princess seated by the edge of her bed. Her golden hair cascaded over her trembling shoulders as her hands clutched a silk handkerchief, now damp with tears. The once-majestic chamber, adorned with tapestries and jewels, felt cold and lifeless—a reflection of the hollow ache within her heart.

"Why does my heart call out in vain?" Jadebell whispered to the empty room, her voice cracking beneath the weight of her sorrow. Her gaze drifted to the star-studded sky, searching for answers among the constellations. She had danced at countless balls, entertained suitors from distant lands, yet none could ignite the spark she yearned for, none could be him. The prince of her dreams, the one she had imagined since childhood, felt like a phantom slipping further from her grasp with each passing day.

Tears traced fresh trails down her porcelain cheeks as she buried her face in her hands as she spoke heavy hearted towards her one and only friend, her personal knight. "Do you think I'd ever find the prince of my dreams?"