YourMajesty_Gaze
In this kingdom called Thenovia, the streets are aglow with lights, laughter, and smiles, creating an appearance of unbridled joy. However, beneath the veneer of happiness, people suffer in silence, grappling with questions about their existence and harboring deep-seated grievances against the prevailing system. But who dares to speak out? The answer is no one, for the voices of the departed cannot be heard. And so, the smiles remain plastered on their faces, but in the shadows, lifeless eyes gaze skyward, contemplating when their opportunity to attain royalty might arrive.
"It's time, princess," William whispered, his voice heavy with a mix of hope and uncertainty.
Aria gazed at her father's face, marked by the grease of his labor as a swordsmith in the lowest caste. Little did anyone suspect that a girl from the lowest rung of society would dare to challenge the throne. Would she ever find acceptance among the people? Could her beauty deceive the prince, potentially leading to a disruption of the existing system? The answers to these questions remained uncertain as Aria's journey into the world of the royalty began, with the weight of change and possibility on her shoulders.