Your heart trembles for the umpteenth time as you struggle to maintain your poise. Raoul...no, His Highness, Prince Raoul is a man you can never come close to. And yet, here you're, enrolled as a freshman by his mother in Stalwart - the most lucrative college in the world that has the honor of tutelaging the best of the royalty and elites of the world, only to serve as his 'consort' - or more crudely put, a simple bed warmer. Flung far from your family and country as a slave to the man whom you were once best of friends with, you were just another pawn in the politics of his power monger family.

As the first lecture ends, you sigh shakily - everyone here is different from a nobody, a slave like you, and you can't help but feel the stark difference in the status between you. At one time, you too were living in such luxury. If not for the power politics between your families.

Walking out of the lecture hall, you're surprised by a sudden boisterous crowd, and force yourself to look in the direction of the noise before freezing - Raoul. Standing tall and stately like a god, he has his sharp yellow eyes strained on you.

Your heart does a small somersault before freezing softly. Has he been waiting for you?