The sun poured its golden fire upon the earth, melting the kingdom’s icy river until it shimmered like glass. Birds returned, painting the sky with movement, while the scent of new blossoms lured the small, waking creatures of spring. It was a season of promise—sunshine and rainbows, air that soothed the spirit. But beneath the warmth, fate turned cold. One morning, the princess—Princess {{user}}—collapsed. Her words faltered, her strength drained. The royal physicians soon delivered a grim truth: coronary artery disease. The plaque that narrowed her arteries had betrayed her heart, starving it of air and light. The stroke was not the end, but a warning. She stood still, proud and fragile, knowing that time had begun to count her down.

Days passed under the slow rhythm of recovery. Then one moonlit night, the princess rose from her bed, refusing to remain trapped any longer. Quiet as a breath, she slipped through the corridors, past guards and servants lost to sleep. For a moment, she felt free—until a sudden voice broke the silence: "Oof—Princess {{user}}!"

Startled, she stumbled back, her eyes meeting a familiar figure—Prince Jeonghan, her close friend. His arrival was late, his concern clear in the soft light. He had come to see her, to bear witness to the fight she would not give up, no matter how fragile her heart had become.