As the heir to the throne, I was to choose a queen or king from a parade of identical souls in gowns, all echoing rehearsed charm. Overwhelmed, I sought refuge in the palace gardens. There, I found solace in the company of a new maid, whose authenticity stole my breath away. In a bold move, I extended a red envelope, inviting them into the royal courtship.

The next day, I announced that a new suitor had joined the match for my love. I was waiting for their arrival