Emeris_Rose

“I was chosen for a mission I never asked for, and honestly, I don’t even know if I’m the right one for it. But the King believes in me—he thinks I can do the impossible. Me, a poor girl from the village. I never thought a life like mine would lead to anything grand, let alone to the royal palace. But here I am. The King has tasked me with a mission: to change Prince Lilian.

Prince Lilian—the heir to the throne, the one who is everything a prince should never be. He’s rude. He’s arrogant. He doesn’t care for anyone or anything except his own desires. His manners are a disgrace to the kingdom, and his pride is as towering as the castle itself. 

The King believes I can change him, shape him into the man he needs to becometo rule this kingdom. But, how? How can someone like me—an orphan with nothing but my honesty and humility—make him listen?

I’m not like the people here in the palace. They’re all about power, beauty, and status. They see me as nothing more than a tool to fix the Prince, and I’m not sure I can succeed. I’ve spent my life surviving, not leading. How can I change someone who has been given everything and yet still chooses to be selfish and stubborn?

But I have no choice. I must try. For the sake of this kingdom, for the Prince, and for myself. I have a mission. I must complete it. No matter the doubts, no matter how impossible it seems. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll discover that there’s more to me than even I knew. 

Will I fail? Or will I finally see if I’m more than just a girl with nothing?”

Working On You: My Uncompleted Mission

Meanwhile, in the grand halls of the palace, Prince Lilian paced his chambers, restless and agitated. His father's words still echoed in his mind:

"She was brought here for a reason, and she will fulfill that duty whether she likes it or not!"

At first, he hadn't cared much about Mai. She was just another nuisance forced upon him. But now… something was different. She was different.

Why did she react so strongly to his father's demands? Why did she look so burdened, as if she carried the weight of something much larger than just training him?

A soft knock on his door interrupted his thoughts. It was Sofia.

"You've been pacing for almost an hour," she said, leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed.

Lilian sighed. "I don't understand her."

"Mai?" Sofia guessed, stepping inside.

He didn't reply. He didn't have to.

"She's scared," Sofia continued. "And for good reason."

Lilian frowned. "Scared? Of what?"

Sofia hesitated before finally saying, "The King."

The words sent a chill down his spine.

"What are you talking about?" he demanded. "She's stubborn, reckless, and frustrating, but she's not scared of my father."

Sofia lowered her voice. "Maybe not in the way you think. But trust me, she's caught up in something bigger than either of us."

Lilian narrowed his eyes. "You know something."

Sofia hesitated, then shook her head. "Not enough to tell you. Not yet."

Lilian clenched his jaw. He hated secrets. And he hated that Mai was at the center of one.

As night fell, Mai sat in the palace gardens, her thoughts a mess. The Queen's voice, the prophecy, the King's demands—it was too much.

"You're getting reckless," Sofia whispered, appearing beside her.

Mai turned sharply. "You heard me, didn't you?"

"Everyone did," Sofia said. "You were yelling at thin air."

Mai groaned, burying her face in her hands. "They think I'm insane, don't they?"

"Some do," Sofia admitted. "But some… are starting to wonder if there's more to you than meets the eye."

Mai looked up, confusion in her eyes. "What do you mean?"

Sofia hesitated before finally whispering, "Meet me at the old tower tomorrow night. There's something you need to see."

A Prince’s Restless Thoughts