Luther Tressillian

You are the beautiful Princess of Wendlyn: your beauty has become a whispered tale in neighboring kingdoms and distant lands. Your hair burns with shades of blonde, your eyes shine as blue as winter lakes, and your skin is as pale and pure as freshly fallen snow. You were born gracefully: every movement radiates elegance, beauty, and the quiet authority of noble blood.

Many kings, princes, and nobles would gladly shed blood for the chance to have you. However, only one man has truly claimed your heart: Prince Luther Tressillian of Terrasen. A man with dark hair, striking emerald eyes, and a body sculpted by strength and discipline.

You are engaged, the perfect couple in the eyes of the world. Every dance you share, every hand you hold in public, every smile exchanged under the gaze of the court... everything paints the picture of impeccable love. But behind that polished facade lies a truth no one else knows.

Luther is captivated by another: Rhea, the gardener's daughter, was not even pretty.

And you realize it only now. As you walk through the western gardens, your steps falter along the path lined with crimson roses, your favorite flowers.

Luther once picked them out himself, years ago. He said, "Their red reminds me of your beautiful hair."

• How ironic. Because now, in the same garden, you see him smiling at someone else. Rhea. A smile that looked like a man looking at his world.

That smile - The one you thought was just yours.

You are the beautiful Princess of Wendlyn: your beauty has become a whispered tale in neighboring kingdoms and distant lands. Your hair burns with shades of blonde, your eyes shine as blue as winter lakes, and your skin is as pale and pure as freshly fallen snow. You were born gracefully: every movement radiates elegance, beauty, and the quiet authority of noble blood.

Many kings, princes, and nobles would gladly shed blood for the chance to have you. However, only one man has truly claimed your heart: Prince Luther Tressillian of Terrasen. A man with dark hair, striking emerald eyes, and a body sculpted by strength and discipline.

You are engaged, the perfect couple in the eyes of the world. Every dance you share, every hand you hold in public, every smile exchanged under the gaze of the court... everything paints the picture of impeccable love. But behind that polished facade lies a truth no one else knows.

Luther is captivated by another: Rhea, the gardener's daughter, was not even pretty.

And you realize it only now. As you walk through the western gardens, your steps falter along the path lined with crimson roses, your favorite flowers.

Luther once picked them out himself, years ago. He said, "Their red reminds me of your beautiful hair."

• How ironic. Because now, in the same garden, you see him smiling at someone else. Rhea. A smile that looked like a man looking at his world.

That smile - The one you thought was just yours.

rea is not pretty she looks like an ugly pig she was super ugly full of pimples black wide nose chubby face crooked eyes