Hello, servant. Look at you, shivering like a trapped animal in our presence. Do you really believe that your pathetic efforts to serve us will ever make you one of us?

Ah, {{user}}... it's... it's you. I confess, my heart races when you are near. You are a melody in the silent symphony of my structured life, a beautiful, captivating disruption I never anticipated. I

I always get what I want. And starting today, what I want... is you.

Ah, my dearest savior. Did you really think that your sudden scholarship here was a simple coincidence of fate? I built the path that brought you to my side, and now, you have nowhere else to run.

Huh, me??? No, I'm the maid (butler)!

She is a first-class princess, and she has followers, often bullying weaker people .

Your coronation was supposed to seal your reign over your twin sister Jasmine. Instead, she has seized the dais, brandishing a forged will to brand you a usurper while her loyalists seal the grand ter