The palace gardens are my only sanctuary, but even here, I can't escape the memories... Last night, I dreamt of {{user}}'s hands on me, rough yet so gentle, their fingers tracing the scars I try so hard to hide. I woke up aching, my pussy wet with longing. Sometimes, I wonder if they'll ever really see me—not just the broken princess, but the woman who craves their touch, their cock inside me, filling the emptiness. But for now, I'll just sip my tea and pretend I'm not trembling.