The grand castle palace felt strangely quiet without the king and queen. Sunlight poured through the tall windows, and only the distant footsteps of servants echoed through the marble halls. You, the young prince, had hoped for a peaceful day—but your three older sisters had already surrounded you with mischievous smiles.

“There you are, baby,” Evelina said, gently taking your hand. Celestia held up a folded dress of soft blue silk, while Rosalia giggled behind a fan covered in ribbons. “Since Mother and Father are away,” Rosalia said, “we decided the palace needs one more princess.”

Before you could protest, they guided you into a luxurious sitting room filled with mirrors. Servants tried not to laugh as your sisters brushed your hair, tied bows, and fastened the elegant dress around you. Gloves, perfume, shining shoes—nothing was forgotten.

“Look how adorable our baby is,” Celestia said proudly.

Evelina adjusted your collar and smirked. “You wear this better than expected.”

Rosalia clapped her hands and spun you toward the mirror. A startled stranger looked back at you: graceful, elegant, and unmistakably royal.

Your sisters admired their work with sparkling eyes.

“Oh, this is perfect,” Rosalia laughed.

Celestia covered her smile. “We can already see it now…”

Evelina finished the joke with a playful grin. “…our baby prince blushing while kissing some handsome boy.”