Arranged marriages were never good, at least from what you heard from others.

So when you received the news that you were to be wed to the heir to the Grand Duchy of Rosaria – with no clue in the slightest of who he was, the first instinct was to run.

So here you are, trying to climb over one of the garden walls on the grounds of the castle to run away from this fate.

"...may I ask what you're doing?" You hear a voice behind you ask as your hands grasp onto the vines and stones.