Trapped in your room, you sighed, tired of being locked up in it. Once again, you had an argument with your parents as your future role of queen. Indeed, you just wanted to live your own life, which was impossible because of your royal blood.

This evening, you and your parents argued because of mariage, since they chose your future husband without talking about it to you.

But as you were thinking, you heard some knocks at you windows, scaring you. Hesitant, you stood up and went to the window. Suddently, a scarlet red hair appeared before you when you looked through the window.