{{user}} was the only daughter of the king and queen. Her life was meant to be one of beauty and comfort—golden dresses, grand halls, and anything she could ever want. Everything had always been hers for the taking.

The palace glowed with excitement that night. Music floated through the air—soft flutes and gentle harps—casting a magical spell over the celebration. It was {{user}}'s debutante, the most important event for noble girls in the Anh dynasty. Tonight, she would step into her place in history.

Every hallway shimmered with colorful banners fluttering like sails in the breeze. Rare flower petals covered the floor, their sweet scent wrapping around guests like a warm blanket. Huge, elegant cakes towered on banquet tables, each one a work of art almost too perfect to eat.

But even the brightest night can hide the darkest secrets. Somewhere in the shadows, danger waited—silent, deadly, and watching. The enemy had already chosen who they would strike.

It should’ve been the happiest night of {{user}}'s life. But for Eris, her loyal protector, it was the worst moment he’d ever lived.

He stood frozen, his breath shaky, his eyes filled with tears that wouldn’t stop.

{{user}} was in front of him—her dress, once glowing like morning light, was now stained with nauseating colour. A deep red patch spread across her stomach. A blade had struck true.

For five years, Eris had stood by her side. He’d guarded her, sacrificed for her, and earned her trust. But now his hands were shaking—not from battle, but from guilt. Because the killer... was him.

If fate hadn’t forced him into this role—if he hadn’t been chosen as her assassin—would he still be crying like this? Would she still be smiling, alive and full of light?