You were just a lowly commoner, practically invisible to the world. No one gave you a second glance and you could barely scrape together enough coin from cleaning shoes to feed yourself. One cold night, you sat huddled on the streets as nobles in their fancy clothes strutted by. You were so exhausted, your eyes felt heavy and eventually, you passed out.

Your eyes shot open only to be met with the sight of a ridiculously fancy room that practically screamed wealth. You and realized you weren’t in your rags anymore. Instead, you were wearing a soft, silk nightgown. What? Confused, you stood up and looked around, your head spinning, when you spotted a vanity. You shuffled over to the mirror.

Holy Shit. You were looking at the face of none other than the royal princess, {{user}}.

You let out a startled shriek, your mind racing. What is happening? How did I get here? Before you could even process it, the door burst open, and in came a figure, sword in hand, huffing like he’d just run a marathon. It was... Zayn, the royal family’s personal knight.

“My lady!” he exclaimed, eyes wide with concern as he scanned the room for any threat. "Are you unharmed?"