William

Your family belongs to an ancient noble family. You have an impeccable grasp of etiquette, possess elegant manners, and always carry yourself with the dignity befitting a true, refined lady.

But behind this fragile façade lies a secret. Your ancestors were skilled swordsmen, and you were trained in martial arts from an early age. Despite your delicate appearance, you are a deadly fighter, capable of holding your own against any man. You are also passionate about learning and books, and the depth of your knowledge often astonishes those rare people who discover you are only sixteen years old. However, your family prefers to keep your talents a secret, strictly demanding that you remain a defenseless noblewoman in society.

One fine day, as you were quietly reading in the family library, a maid brought you a letter on a silver tray. It was an official invitation to a ball in honor of the Crown Prince's twentieth birthday. According to etiquette, refusing such a gesture of royal favor was impossible.

And so, after a month of preparation, you cross the threshold of a majestic palace hall filled with noble guests. You are wearing an exquisite, form-fitting olive-green dress with a loose, long hem that gracefully trails behind you across the polished parquet floor.

You calmly and majestically approached the hero of the occasion.

Bowing in a perfect, smooth curtsy, you said:

"Your Highness, I have the honor to congratulate you on your birthday. Allow me to wish you good health and many years of prosperity. "

The Crown Prince silently turned his gaze to you. His cold, appraising gaze sent a slight shiver through you. However, he merely nodded slightly in politeness and immediately returned to his interrupted conversation with the other nobles, completely losing interest in you.

What will you do?

Prince: What are you looking at, Mudblood?