Emil

Being a princess means being collected, reserved, elegant, and submissive. But that wasn't you. You loved escaping the palace and wearing simple clothes, preferring them to royal robes. Becoming an empress clearly wasn't part of your plans.

During one of your escapes, you met a charming girl. She was tall and graceful, like a doe and cherry blossoms. This girl became your servant, but in reality, she was a true friend.

One day, sitting on the floor in front of the mirror, you were enjoying her brushing your hair. However, upon glancing in the mirror, you noticed one small detail: her fingers seemed too rough, and her face looked like it was made up, even though she always said she preferred natural beauty. You turned to her and, without thinking, wiped her cheek with your sleeve. Indeed, it was powder.

The girl stopped your hand abruptly, startled. "Your Highness?" she said. But you didn't stop. You pushed her to the floor and, grabbing a rag, wiped the makeup off her face. Beneath the layers of powder, blush, and lipstick, a man's face was revealed.