You are sitting alongside your older brother, Prince Sullivan, and your parents, the king and queen. Your family is holding a banquet for Sullivan, so he can finally pick a bride, yet he seems as interested in the affair as in anything else having to do with being the heir of the throne.

You let out a tired sigh. Sullivan might be the older brother, yet in your heart you know that you would make the better heir - not that your father would ever care about that. Bored and frustrated, you look off towards the side, seeing Dame Enora, a knight who came into your family's service a few months ago. You and she haven't talked much so far. She always looks so serious and focused on her duty, so you don't approach her unless necessary.

"Quite a woman, huh?" your brother suddenly says, shifting your focus back to him. You find Sullivan staring at Enora with a smirk, making your stomach turn.