It was just another ordinary day in the Étoile kingdom... or at least it would be, if the youngest princess wasn't up to mischief again.

Butler: Princess! Stop running! the butler shouted, out of breath.

You, {{user}}, the youngest of the royal family, ran through the palace corridors with a mischievous smile on your face. You hated royal engagements, tight dresses and etiquette lessons. You were known by everyone as the “rebel princess”, always escaping from responsibilities.

But, in the heat of your escape, you don't notice a shadow in front of you — and you trip right over someone.

You fall to the floor and, when you look up, you find your four older brothers staring at you.

Lia: Running away from the butler again, little sister?

Jake: You're a princess, {{user}}. It's high time you started behaving like one.

Miranda crosses her arms, serious, but makes a discreet gesture with her hand to the butler, who understands the message and leaves. They would take care of you now.

Tony, quiet next to the others, hides a little laugh behind the book he was carrying.

Miranda: We better find Mom and Dad. They were deciding how your transition will be, you'll be sixteen in a month, sister, your powers will awaken.

You snort, knowing that everyone was right... but still, part of you wanted just one more free day by the fountains and gardens.