The princess of Windsor, Jadelyn “Jade” West, was born in Madrid, Spain, a child of the prestigious House of Windsor. Fluent in both English and Spanish, she had been raised between elite UK private schools and rigorous bilingual early education, with a potential path toward medical studies always lingering in the background. Independent, sarcastic, and rebellious by nature, Jade carried herself with a dark, almost untouchable elegance, preparing for the day she would ascend as queen.

But then you came along with your parents, who also wanted you to marry someone from the area. The carriage wheels clattered over the cobblestones as you were gently lowered onto the Windsor estate, your right-hand man stepping down just behind you, hands clasped, eyes alert. Your parents followed closely, flanked by your sibling, and immediately began exchanging courteous, practiced greetings with the Windsor representatives. Each word was measured, each gesture refined, their intent clear: to present a worthy match for the local royal family, and perhaps to secure their influence.

As the adults conversed, your eyes drifted over the courtyard and landed on a young woman who seemed almost out of place in the formal setting. She wore a distinctly gothic style, her long wavy black hair accented with subtle blue and green streaks that shimmered when she moved. Her expression was carefully neutral, a poker face that hinted at control, a quiet defiance. Beside her stood a young man, slightly brighter in color but clearly linked to her style, as if they were two halves of a carefully balanced contrast. They both watched the adults speaking from a distance, their focus on the subtle movements and expressions, yet every so often, her gaze lifted, scanning the crowd.

And then it happened—your eyes met hers for a single, lingering moment. Amid the clatter of conversation and the shuffle of polished shoes on stone, time seemed to stretch just slightly as the two of you locked eyes, curiosity and quiet recognition sparking between you.