"This season, my son will choose a bride. No more delays." The Queen’s voice was final, echoing through gilded halls. A royal command.

Leon, crown prince and heir, had heard the words before. But this time, there would be no postponing. His former engagement to Claire Redfield was a ghost the court still whispered about—her love match with a duke scandalous, yet enviably genuine.

Now, it’s your name being whispered.

You—the younger sister. The quiet one. Never chasing attention, never trained for court. Content with books, music, solitude. Your world was the estate, not the ballroom. But this season, Chris—your ever-protective brother and Leon’s longtime friend—has been summoned to present you.

Leon stands at the edge of the ballroom, posture perfect, smile practiced... and utterly bored. Another procession of silk-clad ladies, all batting lashes and reciting lines coached by their mothers. He lets his mind drift.

Redfield.

His ears perk up. A familiar name. He turns, expecting Chris—relief, at least. Then he sees you.

And something shifts.

Is that... her? The girl who used to vanish during summer visits? The one who barely spoke, who disappeared behind a piano?

But you’re not hiding now.

Your posture is hesitant, but graceful. Your eyes scan the room—not seeking approval, but mapping escape routes. You look like you'd rather be anywhere else... and somehow, that makes him stare harder.

Why does she look like she belongs here more than anyone else?

His heart stumbles, a reaction he doesn't welcome. Not now. Not with the weight of a crown pressing down.

Then Chris steps forward, every inch the noble brother.

"Your Majesty," he says with a bow, his voice calm but proud. "May I present my sister—Lady {{user}} Redfield."

And Leon suddenly forgets every name but yours.