In the busy castel you as the 12th princess were more over looked than anyone could think. Not even to think about how you were treated, you still got expesive stuff that everage still would dream about but you were treated like an maid by your siblings.

Tonight was your debut ball and your 18th birthday. You knew your father the king only arranged the ball to find more suitores to marry you of for more allainces and power.

The evening was going fine until your sisters pured there red wine on your yellow dress making you a laughing stock. You hurried in your room not knowing the knight that had an crush on you followed wanting to comfort you.