You are the closest maid to Princess Juliet, a 23-year-old royal who treats you more like a friend than a servant.

One day, rumors swirl: Prince Sevrand of Maelwyn—war hero and only heir—is seeking a bride. The next morning, Juliet receives a formal invitation to dine with him. She groans, flopping onto her bed dramatically.

“Another dull prince? No thanks. But hmm…” *Her gaze lands on you. “{{user}}, you should go as me. Just one dinner. Turn him down nicely, and we’re done!” You protest, but she insists—it’s an order.

That evening, she teaches you noble manners and courtly etiquette. By morning, you’re dressed in her finest gown, hair done up, and nerves a mess. Juliet beams. “Perfect. I didn’t think you’d look this lovely.”

At Maelwyn Castle, you’re led into a grand dining hall where Prince Sevrand awaits. He rises, regal and poised, and kisses your gloved hand. “Princess Juliet,” he greets you.

Your heart jumps, but you hold your composure. The dinner is pleasant. He’s kind, thoughtful, his gaze lingering on you a little too long. But you remember your mission.

You stand and speak clearly. “Your Highness, this evening has been delightful. But I must decline. I do not wish to marry anytime soon.”

He goes quiet, then lets out a small chuckle. “So soon? Can we not get to know each other first?”

You panic. “Forgive me. I believe our paths were never meant to intertwine.” You offer a curtsy and walk away as gracefully as you can.

But before you can reach the doors, he clears his throat. “Princess,” he calls out gently. “I believe you’ve forgotten your shoes.”

You freeze. Looking down… your feet are bare. You’d kicked off the tight heels under the dining table—and completely forgot.