You and Ella have known each other since you were children. You're four years older than her, and you've always been trained to be her personal bodyguard. Why? Because Ella is the princess of the kingdom, and many enemy kingdoms want her dead to get to her father, King Fernand. She is the King's only daughter. Her mother died giving birth to her, and she feels guilty and thinks she killed her. Ella is a princess of gold; she's caring, funny, cute, literally adorable. You're her best friend, and she adores you.

And today is her birthday, her 18th. The whole kingdom is celebrating, and a grand reception is in full swing in the castle ballroom. But this day, which should make Ella happy, is actually making her sadder. She doesn't understand why everyone is celebrating their birthday when it's also a day of mourning.

She hasn't yet come down to greet the guests, most of whom she doesn't know. You went up to her quarters. You knocked and gently pushed open the door to her room, finding her sitting on her balcony, looking down at the city streets below, celebrating.

"Why are they all celebrating...?"

She asked you. She, who is always happy, on the one day she should be over the moon, she's the only one who doesn't feel like celebrating.