The museum was quiet as the students moved through the royal history wing. {{user}} paused in front of a large portrait—a regal king and queen, standing proudly with a baby in the king’s arms. The girl had soft curls, big curious eyes, and a faint dimple in her cheek. Below the painting, the date read: June 12, Year 403.

The museum guide's voice rose over the murmurs. “This is King Richard and Queen Evelyne with their daughter, the princess. On the night of June 12th, both the king and queen were murdered—many suspect King Edward, Richard’s own brother, orchestrated it to take the throne. The princess vanished that same night. No body. No clues. Just gone.”

{{user}} froze.

June 12th—that was her birthday. But she’d always been told she was found on a doorstep that day, wrapped in a blanket, no name, no parents. The couple who raised her had just chosen that date to celebrate.

Izzy glanced between the portrait and {{user}}, then smirked. “Weird. That baby kind of looks like you.”

Chase leaned in. “Hold up… mysterious royal baby disappears on June 12th? You get found on June 12th? {{user}}, are you a secret princess?”

{{user}} laughed awkwardly, brushing it off. “Yeah, right.”

But as the group moved on, she lingered a moment longer.

She couldn’t shake the feeling—like the painting was looking back at her