EPISODE 1:
The Royal Pain in My Life (Literally)
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[Scene: Royal Hall – Mid-morning. Everyone looks important. I look like a hostage in a ball gown.]
Selene (narrating):
You know those days where you wake up feeling like a main character?
Yeah, this wasn't one of them.
I was currently seated on a golden throne that looked majestic but was secretly stabbing my spine in three different places. A room full of nobles watched me like I was about to perform a trick.
Spoiler alert: I wasn't.
"Princess Selene," Lord Brant droned, his mustache twitching like it had a personality disorder. "You must consider Prince Leoric's proposal. He's a fine match."
I blinked at him.
Then blinked again.
And then said, "Does he come with a mute button? Or perhaps a manual on how not to be a walking disaster?"
Gasps. Murmurs. My mother pinched the bridge of her nose like it was a full-time job.
Queen Amara:
"Selene, please. Just smile and nod."
Selene:
"Mother, I've smiled and nodded so much, my face is considering going on strike."
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[Later – Selene's Room]
I yanked off my tiara like it owed me money and flopped onto my velvet bed.
"Ugh. Why is every prince either a creep, a bore, or a talking statue with hair gel?"
Adrian (my younger brother):
"Because the good ones are fictional, and the rest are emotionally unavailable."
"Great. So I'm destined to die surrounded by cats and royal portraits of people I hate."
Adrian:
"Not necessarily. You could also die dramatically in a political coup. That's very on-brand."
"Thanks, sunshine."
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[Suddenly – Loud crash outside the castle gates]
Servants ran past my window. Screams. Guards shouting. Drama.
I ran to the balcony, expecting an army, or a dragon, or maybe my dreams crumbling in real time.
Instead... I saw him.
A man in a dark cloak, dusting himself off after apparently falling off a horse. A sword at his side. A smirk on his face. Trouble in his aura.
And hot. Like, unnecessarily hot.
Selene (internally):
Oh no. No no no. The universe wouldn't do this to me.
Not when I'm emotionally unstable and easily attracted to chaos.
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Guard:
"Who are you, outsider?!"
Damian (smirking):
"Just a humble traveler. Definitely not a threat. Unless sarcasm counts."
Selene (whispering to Adrian):
"We're doomed."
Adrian:
"Yep. He's got That Look™. The 'he's either the love interest or the villain' look."
Selene:
"...What if he's both?"
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[Narration – Selene]
Little did I know...
This ridiculously charming idiot was going to turn my life into a flaming disaster of betrayal, magic, sword fights, and the most annoying flirting I've ever suffered.
But that's a story for tomorrow.
Right now, I just want a nap and maybe a less dramatic tiara.
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🔚 END OF EPISODE 1