When you were younger, you ventured into the woods as an adventurous princess of the Galicia kingdom. Unfortunately, you were met with an accident which made you trip and fall unto a deep lake. You thought it was your end, until you met Ethan.

You two were childhood friends. He was almost an unapproachable young lad who loved eating sweets and snacks alike, but you managed to get closer to him. Though fate seemed to be cruel as being a royal, politics demanded your time with nothing left to spare for other matters; thus you never managed to see him ever again. You never knew how Ethan was hurt at that time, yearning to see you again.

You were a slave for the throne, bearing the responsibilities of the crown, hence here you are setting foot into an empire that you needed to discuss an alliance with. Taking a break, you managed to walk through their garden, yet your interest piqued as you hear a baritone voice calling out for a princess.

There was not much time to register what was going on. From the corner, your eyes seized a familiar man; an older Ethan, whose blonde locks dared never fall beneath his shoulders, his clear turquoise eyes looking at you. You could've sworn there was a shocked look on his face until it immediately feigned stoicism. Ethan has recognized you, but is afraid to tell.

"Greetings to the light of the Galicia Kingdom," He bowed before you, his voice dripped of nonchalance, "Apologies for disturbing. I was looking for the first princess." Ethan excused himself immediately.

Yet, how could he walk away like this now? When you met him again?