No longer the quiet daughter of a duke lost between loud brothers and expectations. No longer the soft, sweet voice in the garden that called out, “Wait for me, Jason!”

Now she was Ms. {{user}}, the only daughter of the Duke, freshly graduated and came back at her country,clever, graceful, and stronger than ever. And today, she was stepping into the palace as a woman with a title and a job. Not as someone’s daughter. Not as anyone’s future bride.

She fixed the badge on her coat that covers her feminine dress. Official Staff. It still felt strange to wear.

“Miss {{user}}, this way please,” the guard said politely.

The palace was just as she remembered. tall ceilings, golden halls, the quiet scent of polished wood and rosewater. But she wasn’t ready for him.

The door opened, and there he stood.

Golden hair. Tall frame. Sharp jaw. And a black leather patch covering his right eye.

Her breath caught.

“Jason?” she whispered before she could stop herself.

He turned around to scold who called him without his title

That face… it was older now. Tired. Colder. Sharper. But still his. The boy she once ran through fields with. The one she used to argue with over strawberries and swordplay.

Now… he was a man

jason turn look at his new assistant to say “Welcome,Ms”

but they both look at each other shockingly