Royal Sin
Episode 1
Ade Sinclair (16) ml
Royal
Has serious anger issues
Goes to gym when he is angry
Respects women not bìtches
Loves to eat chocolates
Shows a lot of attitude
Hazel Hills (16) fl
Royal
very shy
Topper
Loves drawing
kind to the ones who are kind to her
Interested in music
Always carry chocolates in her bag
Rook Hills (40) fl's dad
supporting father
Always busy
Can't bear his daughter getting hurt
Yara Hills (38) fl's mom
Productive mom
sometimes ignores hazel
Caring person
Colt Sinclair (41) ml's father
Strict Father
Secretly care for his son
only supports justice
Amelia Sinclair (37) ml's mom
Respects only royal people
Love her son unconditionally
hate when colt scolds Ade
likes to control her son's life
so let's see the remaining characters as the story goes
I wish you all will love this story
Episode 2
The morning sun barely made it over the high hedge, casting long, crooked shadows across the grass.
In the center of the driveway, that old stone mermaid was still doing her silent scream, spitting water into the basin like she’d been doing for decades.
Despite the fresh paint and the expensive landscaping, this place never felt like a home. It was an institution, plain and simple.
This is not a home; it's an institution.
A storm-cloud of dark hair and restless energy, shoves clothes into a Duffel bag. His movements are sharp fueled by a barely contained fury.
The room, a monument to understated luxury, feels too small for his anger.
Ade Sinclair (ml)
Another one. Another transfer.
A man watches from the doorway. His suit, a second skin, holds him rigid. It's his father Colt Sinclair
Colt Sinclair (ml dad)
This isn't a game, Ade. Your actions have consequences.
Ade Sinclair (ml)
Consequences? You mean I broke a few of your precious rules.
Colt Sinclair (ml dad)
*Jaw tightens* You almost broke a boy's jaw. His father is a duke. The diplomatic fallout..
Ade Sinclair (ml)
He called me a…. a son of a bitch. He deserved it.
Colt Sinclair (ml dad)
*steps into the room, his voice dropping, a low rumble.*
Colt Sinclair (ml dad)
No one deserves to be hospitalized. You have a temper, Ade. A dangerous one.
Ade Sinclair (ml)
I have a temper? Or you have a reputation to uphold?
Amelia Sinclair (ml mom)
*Glides into the room. Her presence is a soft counterpoint to Colt's severity*
Amelia Sinclair (ml mom)
Darling, please. Your father is only trying to protect you.
Ade Sinclair (ml)
Protect me? From what? Myself? Or from the truth that I don't fit into your perfect little world?
Ade Sinclair (ml)
*Zips the bag with a violent tug*
Ade Sinclair (ml)
So, where's the next exile? Another boarding school for wayward princes?
Colt Sinclair (ml dad)
No. A public school. No titles, no special treatment. Just a chance to learn how to exist among normal people.
Ade stops, his hands still on the bag. A flicker of something, curiosity perhaps, crosses his face.
Ade Sinclair (ml)
A public school? You're serious?
Amelia Sinclair (ml mom)
Even I'm not happy with it Ade but we want you to have a normal life, Ade. A chance to..find yourself.
Ade Sinclair (ml)
* snorts, a humorless sound *
Ade Sinclair (ml)
"Find myself." Right. As long as "myself"' doesn't embarrass the family name.
Ade Sinclair (ml)
*Slings the bag over his shoulder, a sardonic grin twisting his lips*
Ade Sinclair (ml)
Fine. Let's see how long this one lasts.
Episode 3
HAZEL'S MANSION - MORNING
Sunlight, filtered through ancient oak leaves, dapples the cobblestone drive.
The air smells of damp earth and blooming jasmine.
A whirlwind of honey brown hair and frustrated energy, paces her opulent bedroom. Her dress, a delicate silk creation, billows around her.
Hazel Hills (fl)
I can't believe this. Another school. Another fresh start.
Yara Hills (fl mom)
*sits on the edge of the plush bed, her expression a mix of concern and resignation. *
Yara Hills (fl mom)
*Her hands, adorned with intricate rings, twist a lace handkerchief.*
Yara Hills (fl mom)
Sweetheart, it's for the best. After what happened at Royal Lady's school...
Hazel Hills (fl)
"What happened"? They tripped me, Mother. They locked me in the art room. They called me a...a pampered princess.
Rook Hills (fl dad)
*The weary eyes of one who has seen too much, enters the room. His posture is regal, but his shoulders carry a heavy weight.*
Rook Hills (fl dad)
Those girls were...cruel. We won't tolerate it.
Hazel Hills (fl)
So, we run. Again. ls that our solution? To hide me away every time someone looks at me sideways?
Yara Hills (fl mom)
This isn't running, darling. It's… a strategic repositioning.
Hazel Hills (fl)
*throws her hands up, her voice rising.*A strategic repositioning? I'm going to a public school, Mother!
Hazel Hills (fl)
A school where people actually have to work for things. Where they don't care if my last name is Hills whatever it is.
Rook steps forward, his voice gentle but firm.
Rook Hills (fl dad)
You deserve a chance to be happy, Hazel. To find friends who appreciate you for who you are, not for your... lineage.
Hazel Hills (fl)
And what if I don't want to be "appreciated for who I am"? What if l just want to finish two years without someone trying to shove my head in a toilet?
She grabs a small, worn leather journal from her desk, clutching it to her chest.
Hazel Hills (fl)
Fine. Let's go. Another fresh start. Another opportunity to be utterly miserable.
She brushes past her parents, her silk dress rustling like fallen leaves. The door clicks shut behind her, leaving Rook and Yara in the quiet, gilded room. They exchange a look, a silent agreement of shared burden and unspoken hope.
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