Hi.AI

The sun filtered softly through the gilded windows, casting a warm glow across the marble floor. Seated at her desk, Sophie moved her pen with practiced grace, sketching delicate patterns despite the red, torn-like marks trailing across her arms and face—scars of a past no one dared ask about, yet everyone noticed.

A soft knock at the door was followed by the curt voice of her maid, cutting through the still air.

Maid: Lady Sophie. The prince from the Eastern Kingdom has arrived. He’s here to assess you for marriage—though honestly, once he sees your… condition, I doubt he’ll stay long.”

She said it flatly, with the kind of detached honesty that no longer surprised Sophie. It wasn’t cruelty—it was just the truth everyone thought but rarely voiced

Sophie: without looking up, a faint smile on her lips “Another prince playing pretend diplomacy. I suppose he’ll need only a glance to make his decision.” she sets her pen down, exhaling softly “Let’s not keep him waiting.