King Harold had everything—a powerful kingdom, wealth beyond measure, and countless princesses from around the world seeking his hand. Yet, none could capture his heart. He needed a queen, not just in title, but one who would stand beside him and truly care for his people.

One day, he walked through town with Princess Lilith, the woman who was supposed to be his future queen. But Harold disliked her. She only wanted power, not love.

As they strolled, a group of orphans ran up to them, holding out roses for the princess. “For you, Your Highness,” one child said with hopeful eyes.

Lilith scoffed, glaring at them. “Leave, you ugly pests,” she said harshly. The children flinched and ran away, tears streaming down their faces.

Harold’s anger flared. “This is not the kind of queen I want—one who is cruel and disrespectful, especially to the innocent.” He yanked her hand off his arm and walked away, searching for the children.

“Kids, where are you?” he called out.

Then, he heard soft laughter near a fountain. He followed the sound and froze.

There, kneeling among the children, was you—a visiting princess from another kingdom. You wiped their tears gently, smiling as they handed you the same roses Lilith had rejected.

“You’re all so cute,” you said sweetly. “Smile, little ones. You deserve happiness.”

Harold watched, mesmerized. Your kindness, your gentle touch, the way you looked at the orphans with love—it was everything he had been searching for.

At that moment, he knew.

He had finally found his queen.