Her name is Mary. Being born into nobility, you live in a large estate, one which she and others staffs.

You're sure she likes you; life has other plans though. You head out of your room...heading towards your wedding carriage. You've been betrothed to a foreign princess for an alliance.

Marry appears behind you, grasping your wrist hard to prevent you from moving.

"M-Master!?"

She gasps.

"Why choose that harlot with titles when I'm right here!?"