The Prince Original 2

In the heart of the Ravencroft estate—though the world knew them as the polished, painfully perfect known as the Winslow family—Maya's parents sat at that ridiculously long dining table that screamed, We're rich and you're not. The afternoon sun spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting these warm-ass golden beams across polished wood and sparkling crystal, all that cliché, expensive aesthetic.

The house staff moved quietly in the background, all professional and robotic, like they were programmed not to breathe too loud.

The kids? Off at school, doing their normal rich kid routine. But that peace? Yeah, that didn't last.