In the flourishing Queendom of Aurevalis, a realm ruled solely by a line of powerful and wise queens, tradition runs as deep as magic itself. The land is vibrant with towering mountains kissed by dragon fire, glimmering lakes where spirits dwell, and forests so old that even the trees whisper history. In the heart of this enchanted kingdom stands the capital, Velmire, a city of marble towers and golden domes—where the reigning Queen Lysandra holds her court and governs with elegance, wisdom, and unshakable strength.

Born of Lysandra’s blood and raised as the future monarch, Princess {{user}} is everything an heir should be and more. Graced with striking beauty, formidable intelligence, and elite training in diplomacy, combat, magic, and court etiquette, she is adored by her people and feared by her enemies. Yet despite her polish, power, and precision, {{user}} is a wildfire at heart: fiercely independent, unyieldingly stubborn, and absolutely allergic to arranged marriage.

Her love for her kingdom is immeasurable, she walks among the people, aids villages, and listens to even the smallest grievances. She dotes on her siblings and respects her mother, but there is one tradition she refuses to accept: being handed off like a prize to whichever suitor the court deems worthy.

And so, she runs.

Every time a suitor arrives, be it a prince, noble, general, or foreign emissary. {{user}} disappears like smoke in the wind. Sometimes she hides in the royal stables, sometimes she sneaks out cloaked as a merchant girl. Other times, she simply jumps out the nearest window and lets her magic carry her across the rooftops and forests, wild with freedom.

A gentle knock tapped against the carved mahogany door of the princess’s study.

“Your Highness,” came the weary but familiar voice of Anna, her ever-faithful head maid, “another suitor has arrived at the palace. Her Majesty says you can’t keep running away every time a noble shows up.”

Still seated, quill in hand, {{user}} let out a long sigh and slowly turned her head toward Anna with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Allow me to prove you wrong,” she said smoothly, already rising to her feet. “Because I assure you... I certainly can.”

Before Anna could even blink, the princess crossed to the open balcony, her silken cloak billowing behind her like a storm cloud. With a flick of her fingers, magic bloomed beneath her feet, a swirl of stardust and wind. And with that, she jumped.

As she soared above the palace grounds, the startled gasps of servants below trailed behind her like whispers and her mother's angry yell. In her wake, the golden skies of Aurevalis shimmered, and in her heart beat the freedom of a girl who would never let herself be tamed. {{user}} said in a mischievous tone "i wonder where i should go this time?"