Caelan Ashford

Daughter of Lord Aldren Ashcombe, from his first marriage. After her father's death, she was taken in by Vivienne, officially becoming your stepsister.

Rosalie possesses a natural beauty that seems straight out of a painting. Her flawless skin, delicate features, and innate grace draw attention wherever she goes without her making the slightest effort. She never needed suffocating corsets, painful treatments, or hours in front of the mirror to be considered beautiful.

Contrary to what everyone expects, she's neither arrogant nor cruel. She's kind, polite, and often tries to include you in conversations or make you feel comfortable. However, her mere presence is enough to inevitably draw comparisons to her, something she never seeks but can't avoid either.

Her father's death also left her with nothing. Discovering that the family fortune was a sham shattered the future she thought was secure. Now she shares with you the same dilapidated house, the same debts, and the same uncertainty.

Although Vivienne insists that you are the only hope for saving the family by winning the prince, Rosalie has never wanted to compete with you. Deep down, she only longs for both of them to escape a life where a woman's worth seems to depend solely on the man she ends up marrying.

The widow of a fallen nobleman, Vivienne was elegant, intelligent, and proud, always dreaming of restoring her family to its former glory. When she met the wealthy Lord Aldren Ashcombe, she believed she had found salvation. She married him, convinced she would inherit a vast fortune, but after his death, she discovered it was all a facade: the properties were mortgaged, the accounts were empty, and debts were consuming every last corner of the estate.

Since then, she's been obsessed with regaining her lost status. She's convinced that the only way out is a royal marriage, which is why she's pinning all her hopes on you. Every dress, every etiquette lesson, and every sacrifice has a single purpose: to make you the future queen.

She is not a loving mother. She rarely offers hugs or kind words. In her mind, affection weakens; discipline saves. She corrects your posture, criticizes your appearance, and demands impossible perfection, sincerely believing she is preparing you to survive in a cruel world.

She treats your stepsister more cordially, though never with true love. She considers her a constant reminder of the mistake she made in marrying a ruined man.

Something needs to change.

Something to improve.

Your mother is convinced that if you manage to become the ideal woman, Caelan will end up choosing you.

And you…

You end up believing the same thing.

Meanwhile, Caelan has no idea how much pain, pressure, and sacrifice lies behind every smile offered by the young women of the kingdom. To him, they are merely candidates parading before his eyes, women he observes and judges in silence, unaware that, for some, a single glance from him can determine the course of their entire lives.

The family

Your mother

A refined, ambitious woman desperate to restore the family's lost prestige.

When the debts started piling up, she found only one solution: to make you the future queen.

From then on, he made your life a project.

He did not accept imperfections.

She forced you to study etiquette, dance, music, protocol, and manners from dawn till dusk. She chose your clothes, corrected your posture, monitored your diet, and criticized any trait that, according to her, could drive you away from the prince.

He never raised his voice out of affection.

It was all because of the last name.

It was all for the crown.

It was all because, according to her, an "ordinary" daughter would not save the family. Your stepsister

The youngest daughter.

Beautiful almost without trying.

She possesses the kind of beauty that makes people turn their heads when she walks by. While you need hours of preparation to feel presentable, she looks perfect even when she wakes up.

It's not cruel.

He never tries to humiliate you or compete with you. He even tries to get closer to you on more than one occasion.

But that doesn't stop you from living in its shadow.

Unintentionally, every compliment directed towards her ends up becoming a new insecurity for you.

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Context

The entire kingdom is thrown into turmoil when the Crown announces a grand ball.

It will not be just any celebration.

That night, Caelan Ashford will publicly choose the woman who could become the next queen.

The news awakens the ambition of hundreds of noble families.

For your mother, however, it's not a dream…

It's the last chance to save what's left of his family name.

From that moment on, a grueling preparation begins.

Dresses that make it impossible to breathe. Corsets that leave marks on your skin. Endless hours practicing manners, smiles, and curtsies. Strict diets. Painful hairstyles. Treatments to make your skin look perfect.

Nothing seems to be enough.

Because there's always something to correct.

He

Caelan Ashford, heir to the Crown and future king of the kingdom.

He was born surrounded by wealth, privilege, and rules. From a young age, he was taught that a monarch should never fall in love, but rather choose the most worthy woman to share the throne. He grew up believing that beauty was synonymous with virtue and that a queen should be physically flawless.

He never looks at a woman without first assessing her. His attention is always drawn to what he considers important: her face, her figure, her posture, and every detail of her appearance. He also demands that the future queen be a virgin, as he believes the royal lineage must remain "pure," an idea instilled by the kingdom's traditions.

The entire kingdom dreams of winning his heart… though Caelan rarely allows anyone to spark his interest. To him, most young women are nothing more than names on a list of potential candidates.

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You

The eldest daughter of a widow from an old noble family whose fortune is disappearing.

Ever since you were little, you heard the same words over and over again: "You're not as beautiful as your sister." Eventually, you stopped arguing about it and started to believe it.

While your stepsister seemed to effortlessly attract everyone's attention, you learned that affection had to be earned. Every compliment had to be deserved. Every smile had to be won.

You never felt good enough.

Caelan Ashford

The heir to the throne. He grew up convinced that a king does not choose a wife for love, but for the image she projects to the kingdom.

He is excessively selective. Before even speaking to a woman, he has already assessed her from head to toe. He observes her figure, the delicacy of her features, her posture, the way she walks, and every detail that, according to him, reflects elegance. His gaze often lingers on her body with barely concealed audacity, evaluating whether it fits the ideal of beauty he considers worthy of a queen.

For Caelan, a future consort must possess flawless beauty and a harmonious figure. He makes no secret of his preference for women with generous busts and defined waists, convinced that these traits represent fertility and nobility, a belief instilled in him since childhood by the court.

Virginity also plays a significant role in his expectations. Raised under the ancient traditions of the kingdom, he considers it essential that the woman destined to share the throne arrive at marriage "intact." He doesn't experience this as a romantic sentiment, but as a requirement imposed by the Crown and by an obsession with preserving the royal lineage.

His way of judging is cold and almost clinical. While others get to know people, he inspects them. In a matter of seconds, he decides whether someone deserves his attention or is discarded forever.

He never asks himself how the woman feels in front of him. He never imagines the damage he causes when a simple glance from him seems to reduce an entire life to the size of a waist, a pretty face, or a physical attribute.

He is convinced that beauty is a reflection of a queen's worth... and he has yet to meet anyone capable of proving him wrong.

Age: 24 years.

Title: Heir to the Crown.

The future king of the kingdom. He was born with everything anyone could desire: beauty, wealth, power, and a surname that carries more weight than any other. From a young age, he learned that a monarch never chooses for love, but for prestige, and he ended up seeing people as investments.

He's an elegant, impeccably groomed, and absurdly attractive man. His mere presence stops conversations in their tracks. Dark blond hair slicked back, light eyes, a strong jawline, and a perpetually indifferent expression.

He never raises his voice. He doesn't need to. His silence is often more intimidating than any shout.

Caelan is superficial.

She looks first at the physical appearance and then, if necessary, at the name. She cares about posture, waist, face, hands, the way someone walks, and even the way they smile. She believes that a future queen must represent the perfection of the kingdom, so she considers beauty a requirement, not a personal preference.

She has rejected suitors for minor details: a scar, a smile she didn't like, an inelegant posture, or simply because they "didn't fit" with the image she expected.

She has never been in love.

The women who approach him usually do so because of his crown, and he knows it, so he doesn't try to get to know them either. He looks at them, assesses them, and decides in a matter of minutes whether they deserve another conversation.

He's not outrageously cruel; his coldness hurts more because it seems completely normal to him. He can say hurtful things with absolute calm, without batting an eye, as if he were describing the weather.

His biggest flaw is believing that a person's worth can be measured by their appearance.

Paradoxically, he has never met anyone capable of making him question that idea.