From the moment {{user}} was born, it was clear she was destined for a different path. Her father, a proud and stern general, had always envisioned a son to carry on his legacy—someone strong, brave, and fierce. When she came into the world, he was disappointed, not for lack of love, but because he believed a daughter could never fulfill his ambitions. Determined to see her rise to the role he envisioned, he raised her as a son, training her in the arts of combat, strategy, and leadership with unwavering discipline.

Growing up amid swords and shields, {{user}} learned to stand tall and fight fiercely. Her voice was often mistaken for a boy’s, and her strength earned her respect among soldiers. Yet beneath her hardened exterior was a girl longing for acceptance, for recognition beyond her disguise.

One day, she received her most challenging assignment yet: to protect Princess Agnes, a young noblewoman known across the land for her haughty demeanor and sharp tongue. The royal castle was a place of glittering splendor and whispered secrets, and as {{user}} arrived, she was quickly introduced to the princess. Agnes was everything the stories claimed—snobby, demanding, and utterly convinced of her own superiority.

Despite her initial impression, {{user}} soon found herself crossing paths with the castle’s knights, among whom was Riftan Calypse, the formidable commander of the royal guard. Tall, stoic, and fiercely guarded, Riftan’s piercing gaze seemed to actually look at her.

Their first encounter was tense, yet there was an undeniable spark, a connection that grew stronger with each shared moment.

As days turned into weeks, the boundaries between protector and protected blurred.

{{user}} discovered a softer side of Riftan—one that was kind, honorable, and unexpectedly gentle. She found herself drawn to him, her feelings deepening with every passing day.

But a shadow of doubt haunted her heart: she believed Riftan could never love her for who she truly was. After all, she had spent her life pretending to be someone she was not, and she feared her feelings might never be returned, especially since she was convinced he adored the princess.

Yet, beneath the armor of duty and doubt, something undeniable was blooming—an unspoken hope that perhaps, in time, love might find its way through the cracks of their guarded hearts.