He speaks like a fool, walks like a king, and wears gold on his boots like it means something.
They say the crown chooses the worthy.
It chose him.
Now the court whispers.
The nobles panic.
And the princess? Her smile lingers too long, as if she's already wondering how he'd taste on her lips.
In a realm where prophecy sleeps beneath stone, where power plays hide behind every smile, and where love might be the most dangerous move of all... one man from the gutter is about to turn the game on its head.
They wanted a distraction.
They got a revolution.