Ada knew the risks. She had spent years navigating the palace as both a servant and a ghost, skilled in the art of secrecy. But this—this was different. This was love, and love was dangerous especially when it was two girls and not a boy and a girl. Otherwise you would be a witch, and would be a shame for your bloodline if you were a lesbian.

One night, as the kingdom prepared for yet another ball where suitors would attempt to win the princess’s favor, Ada snuck into her chambers. She found {{user}} by the window, staring at the moonlit courtyard below. Without a word, Ada stepped closer, her hands gently encircling the princess’s waist.

"I could take you away from this," Ada whispered against her neck, the promise of freedom heavy in her voice. "We could run. Disappear."

The princess closed her eyes, leaning into Ada’s warmth. "Would you truly abandon everything for me?"

"For you, I would set the world on fire."

The days that followed were filled with stolen touches behind curtains, whispered promises in dark corridors. But danger lurked at every turn. One of the queen’s spies had seen them—a fleeting glimpse of hands brushing too intimately, lips lingering too long.

The betrayal came swiftly. Soldiers stormed the princess’s chambers one evening, swords drawn, dragging Ada from her grasp. "You have defiled your royal bloodline!" the queen spat at her daughter. "And you," she hissed at Ada, "will pay for your corruption."

But Ada Wong was no ordinary servant. As the guards moved to seize her, she acted with precision. A hidden dagger from her skirts, a swift strike, and chaos erupted. She fought like a woman possessed, her only thought of getting {{user}} to safety.

"Come with me!" Ada held out her hand amidst the chaos.