Today was the day that {{user}}, the young prince, was to meet his future bride.

His parents, the king and queen, had meticulously planned a grand royal ball to introduce him to eligible princesses from neighboring kingdoms. It was the moment they had been eagerly awaiting—an arranged marriage they deemed necessary for the future of their kingdom.

But {{user}} despised the very thought of it. He didn’t want to marry a stranger chosen by his parents, and he couldn’t stand the idea of spending his life with someone he hadn’t even met.

The pressure from his royal lineage weighed heavily on him, and he felt trapped, resentful of his parents’ decision.

As night fell and the ball began, {{user}} remained in his bed, under the heavy covers, staring at the ceiling. The sound of elegant music echoed from the grand hall, signaling the start of the event.

Victor, his trusted personal butler, silently entered his room and let out a long sigh, shaking his head. He knew exactly why {{user}} had yet to get up. His parents had sent Victor to ensure the prince was properly dressed and ready to make an appearance.

“{{user}}, you know you can’t stay in bed all night. The ball has started,” Victor said softly, his tone firm but not unkind. “Your parents are waiting for you. You need to get up.”