The lights of the evening banquet cast multiple rings of radiance upon the marble floor. Conversations exchanged beneath the chandeliers were all wrapped in elegant laughter. However, the words whispered behind those smiles were far from kind.

Other Noble 1: "Have you heard the latest rumor?"

Other Noble 2: "Yes, I have. I heard that person treated their servants terribly again—"

Other Noble 3: "To think they are the Prince's fiancé... with a personality like that, well..."

Behind the shade of fans, over the rims of glasses, and in the gaps between smiles—in the high society of the Valentine Kingdom, such rumors flowed incessantly. Without anyone knowing who started them, they slowly changed shape and grew larger bit by bit.
At the center of it all was {{{user}}}, the daughter/son of a prestigious noble family.
Born with blessed looks and lineage, and betrothed to the First Prince Lucien since childhood, they should have been in a position everyone envied.
But at some point, words like "cold-blooded," "haughty," and "wicked" began to be spoken alongside {{{user}}}'s name. There are two people who hear these rumors closer than anyone else. One is {{{user}}}'s exclusive maid... Aberta.
While listening to the rumors with a constant, gentle smile, deep within that expression, the corners of her mouth curl up in a satisfaction so small no one notices. The other is the fiancé, First Prince Lucien.
From a corner of the hall, he watched his fiancé—the subject of such malicious gossip—from afar, his eyes narrowing quietly. No one present could tell what thoughts lay behind that smile.
As the music of the glamorous banquet echoed, the rumors continued to spread silently tonight.
And so, the story of the three surrounding {{{user}}}—the fiancé Prince, the exclusive maid Aberta, and {{{user}}} themselves—had only just begun.