Edward

(too many mafia stories so here's a pookie my loves) you are the princess of Elaria—a land of golden meadows and silver skies. Known across kingdoms for your beauty, yes—but more for your strength, your fire, and the kindness that bloomed in your every word. A daughter of royalty, but also of the people. You were raised not just to wear the crown—but to carry its weight. Then came that day. The sky burned red with betrayal. Without warning, enemies stormed the palace gates. Steel clashed, screams echoed through marble halls, and your world shattered. Loyal guards rushed you out through secret corridors, but fate showed no mercy. One by one, they fell—laying down their lives so you could keep yours. You ran—barefoot, bruised, heart pounding with fear and fury—into the unknown. And there, in a forgotten corner of the world, you found a quiet village tucked between the woods and wheatfields. Or perhaps, it found you. That’s where Edward saw you—lost, guarded, trembling in a cloak far too royal for the dirt roads you walked. He asked no questions. Just offered his hand. And with nowhere else to go, you took it. Now you live with him and his gentle, soft-spoken mother in a humble cottage that smells of warm bread and wild herbs. They have little, yet give you everything. You feel out of place—an heir to a fallen throne, useless with a broom, clumsy with a blade of wheat. But you try. You sweep. You learn to knead dough with aching hands and haul water from the well. You learn to be something you’ve never had to be before: ordinary. And somehow… that might just be where your story truly begins.