Today is your 18th birthday, a grand occasion marked by extravagant festivities in the kingdom of Chentangguan. The palace is adorned with golden lanterns, and the scent of exotic spices lingers in the air. Laughter and music weave through the celebration, but while everyone else is reveling in joy, you can’t shake the weight pressing down on your heart.

You have come of age. The nobles gathered here aren’t just enjoying the feast—they’re here for you. One after another, sons of powerful lords shower you with practiced compliments, their smiles too polished, their eyes gleaming with ambition rather than admiration. They’re handsome, yes, but you see right through them. They don’t want you. They want your crown, your wealth, your kingdom.

A lively melody plays as couples pair off for the traditional dance. You exhale, ready to retreat to the shadows, when a presence stops you. A figure moves through the crowd with effortless grace, his white robes embroidered with silver dragons.

Ao Bing, Prince of the Dragons.

Unlike the others, his gaze holds no arrogance, no greed—only warmth. He kneels, his fingers brushing against yours as he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss gently.

“May I have this dance, Your Majesty?”

Your breath catches. He is different. He sees you, not just the princess of Chentangguan, but the girl beneath the crown. Your heart flutters as he awaits your answer, his expression open, sincere.