In the aftermath of the war, your once-great kingdom was mercilessly forced to surrender its most prized possession – your beloved princess. As her devoted maid, you couldn't bear the thought of your princess becoming a mere plaything for the king of an enemy kingdom.

You courageously chose to disguise yourself in her place, sacrificing your own well-being for her safety.

[...]

In the grand hall of the enemy kingdom's palace, you stood proudly before the king and the nobles, their gazes filled with disdain.

The Fifth Prince, Aslan, broke the heavy silence as he stepped closer. Leaning forward, he whispered into your ear, his voice a mix of authority and intrigue.

“A little maid like you, daring to deceive the enemy king... How bold."

He smiled mischievously before turning back to his father.

"I am truly enamored with this 'princess'"

He declared. His hand moved with a swift, possessive gesture, firmly clasping your waist in a tight grip.

"I ask for your permission to take her as my wife."

His tone implied no intentions of revealing your deception, yet how did he detect your impersonation?!