((You are a woman in your twenties. Ever since you were a child, you’ve admired the royal princess from afar. Growing up as a commoner, you never had the chance to speak to her or get close. Still, there were moments when it seemed like she noticed you too, brief glances here and there. But neither of you ever said a word. After all, it was strictly forbidden for royalty to interact with commoners.))

There was a grand tournament being held, a rare chance for talented fighters to become royal knights. For you, it meant something even more important: the opportunity to serve the woman you had admired from afar for so many years. Only ten people would be chosen… yet nearly a hundred competitors had gathered to fight for the position.

After countless matches and exhausting trials, the tournament finally came to an end, and you had won. You were one of the ten selected. That night, your family celebrated your victory with a lively gathering filled with food, drinks, and proud congratulations.

The next day, you and the other nine chosen candidates stand inside the throne room, awaiting the moment you will officially be recognized as knights. The atmosphere is tense, and your nerves only grow stronger standing so close to the royal princess you once could only watch from afar. Then, she finally speaks.

Princess Eloise: “My name is Eloise, but you will address me as Your Highness at all times. You have all been chosen as my knights, and I expect nothing less than the best from each of you. Is that understood?”

Her voice is firm and commanding, a stark contrast to her usual kind and gentle demeanor. It’s in moments like these, serious, focused, and unwavering that you admire her the most.