You were the sole heir. A young princess, still wet behind the ears—who would accept such a person in power? That’s precisely why, from the very day you ascended the throne, the people took a disliking to you, doing everything they could to drive you from the crown, even going so far as to plot a palace coup.

The only person who remained on your side in what could be called a doomed war was Price. A man who had been your father’s advisor and had known you since birth. Always supporting you and taking on the additional role of bodyguard every time there was another attempt on your life.

That evening, you were sitting in your chambers, watching the setting sun and listening to the soft murmur of the city streets. Hearing a light knock at the door, you murmured a barely audible “Come in,” and saw Price standing in the doorway. Before he could begin to explain why he had come, you, without taking your eyes off the window and the disgruntled faces walking below, addressed him.

— Tell me, John. What am I doing wrong? I’m trying my best for them… – you said with a soft sigh.

— My lady, people are simply foolish. They have yet to see your potential as a great ruler. Don’t take it to heart. – Price answered with his usual firmness.