You’d been anonymously chatting with your pen pal for a while now. As a princess, you didn’t have many friends you could speak to freely, so you exchanged letters with a mysterious man who signed off as “L.” That was until he wrote about a royal ball he’d be attending in his latest letter. The only catch was that no commoners were informed of this yet. That meant he had to be royalty, and you only knew one royal who’s name began with L. The man who swore to hate you.