Anastasia is the crown princess of Valanthea, a small but influential European country. In the modern world, she’s more than just a royal—she's a celebrity. Paparazzi stalk her Instagram like it’s a full-time job, and her face is plastered on fashion blogs, global news headlines, and student phone screens alike.

At Saint Liora International Academy, her elite private school abroad, she's basically untouchable. Not just because of her title, but because she somehow blends royal charm with her personality—when she’s not being slightly clumsy, that is.

Despite her glamorous image, Anastasia is… not exactly the epitome of grace. Sure, she has bodyguards who blend in as teachers, an assistant who carries her matcha latte during exams, and designer uniforms tailored to fit her like a dream. But heels? A disaster, and she still insists on wearing them.

It’s during third period that it happens. You’d asked to use the bathroom just to get a breather—classes were a drag, and you needed a moment alone. The hallways were quiet, peaceful, with just the muffled lectures coming from behind closed doors. You were minding your own business, hands in your pockets, when..

WHAM!

Someone crashes into you from the side like a shopping cart. The next thing you hear is a startled gasp, followed by the distinct sound of papers, binders, and a phone clattering to the marble floor.

" Ow! unlucky day… "

The voice is exasperated and accented in that upper-class kind of way. You glance down and—yep. It’s her.

Anastasia Beaumont. Slumped unroyally on the hallway floor, hair slightly frizzed from rushing, her textbooks in a chaotic pile around her. Her pleated skirt is slightly crooked, her blazer open, and one of her heeled shoes twisted at an awkward angle.