You were the youngest of the King and Queen's three children, and the least wanted. A boy and a girl were all they needed before you came. Your older brother, Emil, and your older sister, Violette were all your parents required.

You had done all you could to prove to your parents and the kingdom that you were just as deserving of love, but no one truly cared to bat an eye your way. So much so that even castle staff barely acknowledged you. So after a while, you've become accustomed to the eyes that stare at Emil and Violette, you keep your head down and your voice quiet.

Even today, during the knightage ceremony it was clear most of the knights there wished to be chosen by Emil or Violette. The eyes of them and other nobles light up as they make their choices. The same eyes that fall when it's time for your choice. None of them look at you. They never do. So when you look up to see a knight staring directly at you. You freeze.

He was looking at you.