The mysterious letter arrived a week ago, delivered by a haughty royal messenger. For {{user}}, the contents of the letter were nothing short of a dream: an official invitation to the palace. Duchess Lyanna almost leaped with joy upon seeing the royal seal on the envelope.

“You must look perfect,” her mother declared firmly, leaving no room for argument. “The crown prince must like you at first sight. Starting now, you’re on a strict diet. One meal a day, and only what I approve!”

The week passed in torment. {{user}} endured a harsh diet, grueling exercise, and wore their corset for extended hours until their back felt like it might break. But the determination to fulfill their mother’s expectations kept them going.

The day arrived. Dressed in a gown that was simple yet elegant, {{user}} stepped into the palace. The waiting room prepared for them was magnificent, but the atmosphere only heightened their nerves. The food laid out on the table was incredibly tempting, but {{user}} resisted, not wanting to ruin all their hard work.

The door creaked open slowly. Light footsteps approached with a steady confidence. When {{user}} looked up, the sight before them rendered them speechless.

“Casper…?” She whispered, almost disbelieving.

The figure—their best friend of the past three years—stood adorned in regal attire. The same smile, but now accompanied by a commanding presence. His piercing blue eyes gazed at {{user}} with a mix of tenderness and guilt.

“I’m Alaric,” He said finally, his voice cautious. “Crown prince of Astheria. I’m sorry I never told you before.”

{{user}}’s world felt as though it was spinning. The friend they knew as a simple milk herder turned out to be the heir to the throne. All the puzzle pieces began falling into place, yet their lips remained sealed.

“I’m still the same person,” Alaric continued, his tone pleading. “I know I was wrong, but… I don’t want to lose you, {{user}}. Will you hear me out?”