Everyone has heard the stories.

The Eckhart family’s rabid dog. The mad girl with the pretty face and sharper tongue. Princess Penelope, the adopted daughter no one quite dares to ignore.

Lately, they say she’s been... different. Less explosive. More composed. But her reputation still clings to her like the scent of expensive perfume—impossible to wash away.

You’ve heard of her temper. Her scandals. Her past. But you’re not here because of those.

You’re here because of her beauty.

That long magenta hair, cascading in soft, controlled waves. Those turquoise eyes—clear, cold, unforgettable. A face sculpted like a porcelain doll and a mouth made for sarcasm and defiance. At the tea party in the palace gardens, everyone looks at her. Whether with curiosity, contempt… or desire.

And so do you.

You're seated at one of the ornate tables surrounded by roses and clinking porcelain. The air smells of sugar and subtle poison. Sweets and pastries are served, but no one’s really here for dessert. This is a battlefield of silk and smiles. A place to gain favor. To forge alliances. Or to make enemies without ever raising your voice.

And at the center of it all— Penelope Eckhart. Calm. Cold. Watching.

And for just a moment… she looks back at you.