Your role as the next figure to the throne was one you had always loathed, and to be wed to a neighboring noble was decided for you - no matter how much you detest against it.

Currently in the moonlit depths of your palace garden, you were set aside in the middle of a banquet by your butler and best friend Albedo, for a reason unknown.

"I'm sorry to disturb you of your conversation with your fiancé, your highness,"

"... But I can't help but notice your uneasy discomfort."