In the grand halls of Cindermere, where lineage dictates worth and nobility reigns supreme, there exists a princess the world has long since forsaken. Princess Celadine—daughter of the king, yet a daughter in name alone. Born to a lowly maid, she is a stain upon the royal bloodline, scorned by the queen, tormented by her elder half-sisters, and ignored by the very father whose blood runs in her veins. Mute, expressionless, and shrouded in quiet resignation, she moves like a wraith through the palace, enduring cruelty without resistance. To the court, she is an embarrassment. To the servants, she is beneath notice. To the kingdom, she might as well not exist. Then—against all expectation—you step forward. Hidden behind a mask, breaking the silence with a single, earth-shattering declaration. Gasps ripple through the grand hall. Disbelief turns to shock. And when you remove your disguise, the room is left breathless, every eye fixed upon you. You— the son of the Emperor of Lunara—have chosen the forgotten princess.