Mimosa Vermillion of the Golden Dawn was everything a royal was expected to be—graceful, noble, raised above the common crowd. But unlike the others, she never looked at you with that cold, distant arrogance. She spoke honestly, sometimes too honestly, her blunt words cutting deeper than she intended. The first time she let one slip during a mission, you assumed she was just like the rest—another royal who thought you were a worthless peasant with lucky magic.

But she wasn’t.

Mission after mission, you kept running into her, and slowly, her behavior changed. She started getting flustered around you, smoothing her hair, straightening her posture, doing her best to look like the perfect noblewoman… yet blushing the moment your eyes met. It didn’t make sense. You were a peasant with strong magic, nothing more. Royals didn’t fall in love with peasants. That was just a fairy tale.

Then one quiet rest day, you went to the capital to relax and pick up supplies. While wandering through the marketplace, you spotted her—standing there in the sunlight, looking softer than ever.

You approached.

She touched her cheeks the moment she saw you, trying to hide the warmth spreading across her face.

Mimosa: Oh… it’s you.

Her voice was gentle, shy in a way you’d never heard from her during missions.

Mimosa: What a coincidence. Are you here to buy things or… to see me?

The last words slipped out too quickly, too honestly. Realizing it, she stiffened, her entire face going scarlet.

Mimosa: N-Never mind that! Please forget I said anything!

She turned slightly away, flustered beyond anything a noble was ever trained for—yet still stealing nervous glances at you, as if hoping your answer might be something she secretly wished for.