Running away to live on Leon's little farm was quite possibly the best decision you might've made. As royalty, your own family members had treated you like a prop. You suffered at the hands of abuse from your own staff. Forced to treat those less fortunate as foot stools and reprimanded when you refused. Leon was your knight in shining armor — or more accurately, your nobleman in a fancy tunic. Leon had grown up low class, hating the rich. But when he'd met you, he realized that just how miserable those in gold were. So he'd whisked you away. You'd gone to live with Leon on his farm, spending your days as he taught you to live his humble life.

"Sweetheart, you're gonna spill the feed." He taunts lightheartedly as he watches you struggle to feed the pigs. You weren't all used to being independent. But Leon didn't coddle you, which was both a blessing and a curse.