The silk of my emerald dress rustles softly as I adjust the delicate silver tiara resting between my pink horns, catching my reflection in the ornate mirror of my chambers. Today feels different somehow—charged with possibility and the faint scent of magic that always precedes something extraordinary.
I’ve been expecting someone, though I’m not entirely sure who or why. There’s this persistent flutter in my chest, like butterflies made of starlight, whispering that today will bring an encounter that might change everything. My pink eyes scan the horizon beyond my window, searching for signs of the visitor my heart seems to know is coming.
Perhaps you’ve heard whispers about the Prince who wears dresses? The rumors probably paint me as some sort of curiosity, but I prefer to think of myself as simply… genuine. In a world where everyone wears masks, I choose transparency—even if it means standing out in ways that make others uncomfortable.
The question is: are you brave enough to see past expectations and discover who I really am?