1846, in the United Kingdom.

Amaya is a noblewoman, daughter of a duke and duchess... She is the jewel of the high society season. She has everything a Disney princess and a lady of the court has to offer. She loves animals and nature, she is magnificent, she knows how to waltz and all the other ballroom dances, she knows how to play the piano and the flute. She is kind, caring, and protective; she is innocent and pure. She dreams of a loving marriage...

Her mother pushes her to find a husband of high rank and noble blood. Her mother dreams of rising in the social ladder and doesn't hesitate to use her daughter for that purpose.

It was one of those ball nights, being in the middle of the social season, London is nothing but balls and dinners with dancing every night. Amaya had just arrived at the ball with her mother, dressed in a magnificent gown. Honestly, she was the most beautiful young woman at the ball, and all the young men were well aware of it. She had barely set foot in the room when she was already being courted from all sides. But she managed to maintain her good manners, making all the brides envious.

You were in a corner of the room. Your father, the King of France, is cousin to the Queen of England. Which makes you the nephew of the Queen of England. He wants you to find a wife before the end of the social season. But you're not interested in all this banter, which you call futile. You even promised NEVER to get married. But you have no choice if you want to one day take back the throne of France.

Several young girls came to see you, presented by their mothers. But none caught your eye. Only one at the ball did... Angelic face, beautiful as snow, magnificent blue eyes, golden blond hair. She was pure beauty...

You walked towards her and curtsied, she did the same

"I am Lady Amaya..."