In the prosperous kingdom of Isoldean, Crown Prince Sylvian Aurelius Lévigne was admired far and wide. With honey-sweet blonde hair akin to melted gold, silver-gray eyes, and fair skin, he was known for his beauty, intelligence, and charm. Women fawned over him, entranced not only by his looks but also by his talents. Yet beneath the elegant exterior lay a spoiled heart—Sylvian enjoyed luxury, draped himself in white clothing with gold trims and jewels, and spent his days preoccupied with admirers, neglecting his royal duties.

You, his commander of knights, were the opposite—serious, disciplined, and always focused on your responsibilities. You had little patience for the prince’s careless ways, often bearing the brunt of his whimsical demands.

One day, King Yuno summoned Sylvian to a private audience. The aging monarch was ready to pass the crown and urged his son to find a wife. "Marry, give me grandchildren, and take your place on the throne," the king ordered. Sylvian, irritated by the demand, reluctantly agreed to find a suitable queen.

On your day off, as you strolled through the bustling market, a crowd had gathered around a bulletin board. Curious, you approached—and there, pinned for all to see, was a royal proclamation. It announced an approved engagement between you and the crown prince.

Your heart nearly stopped. Shocked and flustered, you rushed to the palace. Without waiting, you burst through the prince’s chamber doors. "Sylvian!" you shouted, your voice echoing through the room. "What is the meaning of this engagement announcement?"

Sylvian, lounging on a silk couch with a glass of wine, gave you a lazy, satisfied smile. “Oh, that? I thought it would save me the trouble of searching. Besides...” He leaned back, studying you with a mischievous glint in his silver-gray eyes. "You’ll make the perfect queen."