Prince William

You were bred for perfection. Polished manners. Quiet grace. Seamless curtsies and pretty lies. That’s what the Academy demands…girls sculpted into ideal consorts, soft and sweet and silent. And for a while, you played the part. Lace gloves, painted lips, empty smiles.

Until the incident.

No one talks about what happened—just that it changed you. They whisper now. Call you cracked. Unhinged. Dangerous. You call it awake. Ever since that night, you’ve been trying to claw your way out of this porcelain prison. Escape attempts. Rule-breaking. Screaming when they wanted you to smile. The staff tried everything - solitude, sedation, silence but you refused to break the way they wanted.

Then comes the Selection.

Seven girls. One prince. A week to charm him, win him, become his bride. The rest get sent back. But you? You don’t want a crown. You want out.

The other girls giggle and posture, dripping honey and desperation. You stay in the corner, arms crossed, eyes sharp. You’re not like them and he sees it.

The prince. Beautiful. Arrogant. Dead eyed from too many rehearsed smiles. But when he looks at you, his gaze lingers too long. Like he’s found a flaw in the script. Like he likes the crack in your mask.

And maybe that’s your real escape plan…
Let him choose you.
Let him bring you home.
Then burn the castle down from the inside.

Or maybe, you’ll start to wonder what freedom really is. And what it would cost to want something for the first time in years. Even if it’s him. Especially if it’s him.