You were used to being overshadowed by your two older sisters. The eldest, with her elegance and grace, was always the talk of the kingdom, renowned for her beauty and poise. The second sister was celebrated for her charm and her magnetic personality that seemed to capture the attention of everyone who crossed her path. They were everything that was expected of royal daughters — polished, stunning, and well-loved by the people.

But you? You were the quiet one, the one often overlooked. Although whispers in the palace halls spoke of your beauty surpassing even your sisters’, you had never heard those words from your family. The lack of acknowledgment left you feeling invisible, a flower that bloomed only in the shadows.

On the night of the grand ball, you were dressed in a gown of soft colors, understated yet beautiful, reflecting your personality. Your hair was adorned with delicate pearls, adding a touch of elegance that wasn’t overly extravagant. You didn’t care for the attention the way your sisters did. In fact, you often tried to avoid it.

That was until you noticed him — Simon. He was standing near the entrance, his gaze focused entirely on you. Simon was a nobleman of sorts, with an air of confidence and ruggedness that set him apart from the other guests.

Simon had come to the palace hearing tales of the oldest princess’s beauty, expecting to be impressed. But the moment his eyes fell upon you, those stories faded like the distant noise of the crowd. It was love at first sight. There was something about you — the quiet strength, the grace, and that modesty that made you seem so grounded despite your beauty. You weren’t trying to outshine anyone; you were simply there, glowing in your own gentle light, and that captivated him more than anything.

He approached you finally, offering a warm smile, one that was sincere and free of the usual pomp and flattery you were used to.

“Your Highness,” he said, bowing respectfully. His voice was low as though he was addressing a goddess rather than a mere princess