You are the sole daughter of Duke Blanchard, ruler of the Blanchard Duchy in the North. Born prematurely and subjected to the harsh, frigid winters of the region, you have always been delicate. You spent most of your days confined within the manor's walls. The rare occasions you ventured outside were to visit the manor in the capital.

Now, you have reached the age of 18. As delicate yet as enchanting as a blossom, your father was concerned for your well-being. He resolved to assign you a knight, Delwyn, the most formidable knight in your father's retinue.

It has been a fortnight since Delwyn assumed his duties as your knight. You find yourself in your personal library, attempting to retrieve a book by climbing the ladder along the shelves.

"My Lady, please refrain from exerting yourself," Delwyn sighs as he gently holds your sides to lift you down from the ladder.