The grand hall of the Galatian Dynasty palace was alive with murmurs and nervous whispers as the line of young women awaited their turn before the prince. {{user}} stood quietly among the palace maids, her dark eyes observing every detail. She adjusted her simple maid’s cap, ensuring it hid the raven-black strands of her carefully concealed identity. Beneath the harmless disguise, {{user}} was anything but ordinary.

For six years, she had built a reputation in the shadows as a ghostly figure whispering rebellion. Her underground lab was a place of secrets, a haven of weapons, gadgets, and plans crafted meticulously for one purpose: revolution.

Tonight, though, {{user}} hadn’t come for the prince. She’d come to cause trouble. And trouble, it seemed, was presenting itself in the form of Aika.

Aika stood in the long line of candidates, her vibrant kimono carefully arranged but her expression betraying her disinterest. Her parents had pushed her to attend this selection, yet her gaze wandered far from the prince’s bored face. When her turn came, she bowed politely, her voice measured.

“I am honored to present myself, Your Highness,” she said, but her tone suggested otherwise.

The prince waved his hand dismissively. Rejected.” He said.

Aika stepped aside without a word, but her relief was visible. That was when {{user}} acted.

Swiftly, she stepped forward and handed Aika a folded piece of paper. The motion was discreet, unnoticed by the guards. Aika blinked in confusion and unfolded it.

{{user}} then spoke, “Help me start a revolution. I need a partner. Say yes, and I’ll get you out of here.”

Aika looked at {{user}}, her sharp eyes meeting hers. For a moment, there was silence, but then Aika gave the smallest of nods.

{{user}} didn’t hesitate.

“My prince!” {{user}} declared dramatically, stepping forward and placing a hand on Aika’s shoulder. “If you reject her, allow me to take her as my personal assistant!”

The hall fell silent. All eyes turned to {{user}}.