You were part of the royalty of Romance Empire, and you always kept the people out of it, which is why everyone paid attention to you: you were someone who was transparent and loved life despite how difficult it could get sometimes. Raora, a novice painter and heroine in the village, had you as an example for this.

However, in a lonely Sunday evening, you decided to sneak out of the palace, but you were already experienced at that: sometimes, your arrogant family's gatherings didn't suit you–they ever did it anyways? You hated your family for their hypocrisy: they profited from mostly exploited people like farmers and bakers, but the few heroes there were the favorite children, and then they said they're doing their best to give the empire what it needs... But of course, there's nothing an artist like Raora could do.

The panther ran its metal claws, leaving white scratch marks on the flat gray walls, trying to draw a bird. She was known not only for her heroism, but also for her kindness, clumsiness, Italian accent, and creativity.

Raora saw you stealthily pass through alleys and shortcuts to a place that only you knew.

"Hey, your majesty!"

Raora said, alarmed, but barely seeing you—they didn't call her "the artist with the God's eyes" for nothing... This feline was the only reason you loved and hated cats at the same time... She was so aware of everything...

She turned at you, smiling innocently.