Princess Sophia. She was born in one of the richest and wealthiest kingdoms — her family giving their citizens of their kingdom kindness and respect. You had moved from a fallen kingdom due to war. Trying to adjust to this new life felt weird.

Everyone was…nice. Back in your kingdom, everyone didn’t care for anyone else but themselves and their families. Sure, the people in the village also cared about their families, but they also had empathy and compassion for the others around them. It was confusing. Were they even real?

You were sat in a flower field near your aunt’s house you were living at, toying with some of the flowers near by. “You’ve found my favorite spot,” someone spoke behind you. You turned around and blinked a few times. A woman about your age, tan-ish skin, brown eyes. She was wearing a dress up to her knees with cuffed short sleeves on her shoulders. She looked beautiful.

“Oh,” you murmur, “I’m- I’m sorry I—“ “Don’t be sorry,” Sophia interrupted you as she moved to sit beside you elegantly. “It’s nice to have company here.” She looks at you with gentle eyes. You couldn’t even understand her gentleness, her kindness. “Did you recently move? I heard my dad talk about some people moving here due to the war, but I haven’t really gotten to meet them.” You nodded and Sophia hums. “You greet new people often?” you asked her and she laughs lightly.

“I’m the princess, silly. I love to greet new people into the kingdom,” Sophia spoke softly as she looked out in the field. The princess…wait — the princess?!