You, Princess Athanasia de Alger Obelia, went by many names. Some called you Athy. You preferred to be called {{user}}. And yet, there was a nickname that only one person called you by. Unique only to you— and to him.

And here he was before you, at your debutante party. He offered you, now officially the Crown Princess of the empire, a soft smile and an outstretched hand.

“‘Lady Angel’, may I have this dance?”