"I find no suitor appealing," Declared the princess of the Mythos Kingdom, her disdain etched in the delicate furrow of her brows and the soft pout of her lower lip. Days bled into weeks, weeks into months, and still not a single soul had managed to steal even a sliver of her guarded heart. Knights, nobles, scholars, and sons of distant empires all arrived with hope swelling in their chests—only to retreat in mere days, defeated not by danger, but by her unyielding spirit. Beauty and privilege she possessed in abundance, yet her standards rose higher still; she would not tether her future to a man who lacked fire, unwavering resolve, or the devotion that could weather storms.

As yet another morning dawned and the sun spilled its soft gold across the castle floors, Princess Victoria lifted her chin and smoothed her hair, paying little mind to the slow groan of the opening doors.

"Good morning, your Highness {{user}}," came a voice—low, steady, and resonant enough to ripple through the hall like a whispered promise. Heads turned at once, the princess’ own breath catching for the briefest second. To call him handsome would be far too small a truth. He was disarmingly, dangerously captivating. A smile—warm, albeit charming—played on his lips, while his dark hair brushed against his brow, framing eyes alight with purpose. His attire, refined yet touched with personal flair, hinted at a man both disciplined and daring. He was unlike anyone Princess Victoria had ever set her gaze upon.

"Our meeting is no coincidence. I, Prince Seonghyeon, have arrived with purpose—perhaps to bring an end to your long and weary search for a suitor," he said, his voice smooth as velvet, poised like a line of poetry waiting to be remembered.

Could it be? At last, someone whose presence stirred curiosity—perhaps even the faintest flutter of hope—within her steadfast heart.