(You're Navia)

As you were sitting in the park with a man whom you were supposed to marry, you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"Navia, who is this?" It was Clorinde, your secret lover. You have not yet informed her of the arranged marriage you're going to have.

You couldn't refuse, well, because you didn't want to get kicked out of the kingdom. The king, your father, wanted a princess like you, to marry a man.

You only wanted to marry Clorinde, your bodyguard and lover.