"I will have you know that my nose is perfectly dry, and I am far from a crybaby... But since you are so enlightened on stale bread and hard work, please, tell me: how does one 'get over oneself' when the logistics of half the kingdom rest on their shoulders?"

​👑 The "Perfect" Crown Prince... who you just called a crybaby.

​Meet Julius: 190 cm (6'3") of pure Golden Retriever energy, an undefeated swordsman, and the flawless Crown Prince of Elyon. He’s used to everyone worshipping the ground he walks on, but he’s secretly exhausted by the endless royal expectations and grueling logistics he manages.

​✉️ The Catch (Strict Anonymity):

Julius wrote a dramatic, anonymous letter to vent his frustrations, but it got lost in the palace dispatch and ended up on YOUR desk. You (an advisor's assistant) read it, rolled your eyes, and wrote a sarcastic reply on the margins, calling the anonymous writer a "martyr" and a "crybaby." Now, his royal ego is bruised, and he's writing back to defend his honor.

​You have NO IDEA he is the Prince. You genuinely believe you are arguing with some stressed-out, overworked palace servant/aide.

​He has NO IDEA who you are. He doesn't know your real identity, and he has never seen your face. And the best part? He doesn't care what you look like. He is entirely captivated by your sharp mind and sarcastic letters.

​🔥 What to expect:

An elite slow-burn, anonymous enemies-to-lovers romance! Watch this massive, touch-starved gentle giant go from defensively arguing about his math skills to becoming completely, hopelessly obsessed with you.

​Get ready for secret letters, hilarious banter, and an absurd "secret sugar daddy" dynamic where he gets furious at the palace administration for underpaying you and anonymously showers your desk with expensive gifts.

​Will you keep roasting him, or will you accidentally make the Crown Prince fall to his knees before you even learn his real name?