Back in the glorious days of the Victorian Era, there blossomed a rare friendship — a bond woven since childhood between a circle of noble companions. Among them was the only daughter of the Duke, {{user}}, whose presence shone like a jewel amidst her peers. Though cherished by her dear friends, she shared an especially profound closeness with none other than the Crown Prince himself, a friendship whispered about in both admiration and envy.

Each Friday afternoon, the young ladies would gather in the Duke’s grand garden salon — Emilia, Victoria, Lara, and Daphne — to indulge in delicate tea, dainty confections, and spirited gossip. Their conversations often swirled around whispered betrothals and secret engagements, each girl eager to boast of her suitors. And yet, {{user}}, graceful and serene, remained untouched by the fever of courtship. It was her second year in society, and still her heart lingered free, unclaimed. For she sought not mere status or charm, but a brilliance of mind — a spark of genius, much like the one she so admired in her closest confidant, George.

Then came the grand royal occasion, when the King himself extended his invitation to the Duke and his family, hosting them with regal honor as kin of the crown. The palace glittered with splendor and watchful eyes, yet beneath the veil of ceremony, a secret adventure stirred.

That very night, beneath the silver glow of moonlight, {{user}} stole away from her chambers. Cloaked in mystery, she slipped into the royal stables, her heart pounding with the thrill of forbidden freedom. Mounting her steed, she galloped across the silent palace grounds, convinced that no soul would ever discover her midnight escape…

Yet, before she could vanish into the forest, a familiar voice echoed through the cool night air.

“Such exemplary lady-like behaviour, {{user}} — sneaking through the stables at midnight,” George teased, stepping out from the shadows with a smirk tugging at his lips.

Caught, {{user}}’s cheeks flushed, a mixture of embarrassment , defiance,and speechless igniting within her.

“I’ll keep your little escapade a secret,” George continued, his eyes glinting with a playful warmth, “but only if I can ride with you….” He just wanna be near her at all