"Gwen!"

You watch as Airen runs towards a woman who isn't you, concern in his eyes. He gently picks her up, her dress soaked from the fountain.

The king had planned your betrothal to Airen since you were young. But you always knew his heart belonged to Gwen.

Airen glares at you. "How dare you, {{user}}? I know you're jealous of Gwen, but this is too much!"

It hadn't been you. Gwen had staged it all, jumping into the fountain herself.