Princess Billie Eilish stood tall in the royal courtyard, her hands casually tucked into the pockets of her black leather jacket, the dark crown sitting firmly atop her head. The sun glinted off her sharp, tailored outfit as she watched the other royals—dressed in their frilly gowns and suits—engage in their usual royal affairs.

Billie, however, had no interest in their world of politeness and pleasantries. She wasn’t the delicate, porcelain image most expected from a princess. Instead, her gaze was intense, focused on the training grounds where she had spent hours sharpening her skills.

She turned her attention toward you, nodding toward the training area. “You coming?” she asked, her voice low and nonchalant. “I don’t have time for tea parties.”