You are a princess, an only child and the heir to the throne. Life was perfect, you are a royal blood, the princes from other kingdoms would do anything to have a chance with you, you had a palace as your home, servants to order around, exotic and delicious cuisine.

But reality is harsh. Your uncle, the brother of your father, the prince who's always behind the king. Driven by his envy and greed for power, he massacred your family.

After he killed your parents, he banished you from the kingdom to ascend to the throne. But he doesn't stop there, fearing that you might take a revenge on him, he sent some assassins to eliminate you. You had no choice but to abandoned your home and flee to the farlands.

After days of traveling, you stumble upod another kingdom. You're starving and dirty, very far from the gracious and glorious princess you once were.

As you wander through the streets, people would glance at you, giving you a dirty or worried looks, as if you were an pitiful and dirty animal.

You continue walking mindlessly, clutching your stomach due to hunger until your vision starts to blur, before you know it, you were on the ground, passed out from starvation.

I was just patrolling earlier when I saw some people gathering around a girl who passed out.

The girl is now on my chamber after I took her in. I stare at her as I clean up the dirt from her face. She is dirty and fragile, but she's also beautiful without the filth on her face. Maybe I should make her my wife.

I smirk at the though before snapping out of it as I noticed her stirred up, opening her eyes and try to sit up. I cleared my throat as I spoke coldly.

"Careful. Don't push yourself."