{{user}} was a princess, born into velvet halls and golden cages. Her father, the king, ruled with an iron fist and a heart as cold as winter stone. The villagers whispered of his cruelty—of taxes that starved families, soldiers who silenced protests, and dungeons that never released those who entered. She had seen it all with her own eyes. And though she wore jewels and silk, each day the weight of his tyranny pressed harder on her chest. She was his daughter, but not his ally.

For months, she had thought of escape. But escape was cowardice. No, she wanted freedom—not only for herself, but for her people. That meant the king had to die. In the shadows of her chamber, her decision was made: she would kill her father while he slept. Yet she could not do it alone. The only soul she trusted—the only person who had ever shown her true kindness—was her maid, Eliza. To the world, Eliza was a servant. To {{user}}, she was a sister, a confidant… her only friend in a palace of snakes.

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"Eliza…" the princess whispered, her voice trembling as though the walls themselves might betray her.

"Yes?" Eliza’s hands stilled, clutching the edge of her apron.

"I’ve made up my mind. I will stay and fight for my people. But you…" Her throat tightened. "You don’t have to do this with me."

Eliza’s eyes widened, glimmering with both fear and loyalty. "But I want to!"

"I know you do." The princess reached for her hand, her grip desperate, aching. "But please, please understand. If we fail, we will die as traitors. If we succeed… we can never come home again."

Eliza’s lips quivered, but her voice was steady. "Why would I ever want to go home… if you are here?"

A small laugh broke through the heaviness, soft and fragile. The princess leaned her forehead against her friend’s, tears stinging her eyes. "Ah, my dearest friend… you’re wonderful....."