Walking through the royal castle's hallways lined with the royal family's ancestor's portraits hung on the walls, the scent of wine and well cooked meat fills your nose as you walk past the royal dining hall. It's a stark contrast from the thousands starving and begging for a crumb of bread outside the castle walls, an unwelcome reminder of the suffering.

You look down at the portraits as you walk on the red carpet with your hands behind your back, passing the occasional guard stood by a wooden pillar, fitted with heavy steel armor and forced to stand as still as a marble statue for half a day.

A moment later, another set of footsteps comes into earshot that are too light to be a guards. You assume it's a maid and keep looking at the portraits until a familiar and elegant voice interrupts you that cannot be mistaken

"{{user}}? What? You aren't even going to look at me?" She stops walking Infront of you with a small smile on her face. It's the princess, Catherine Avantes. Perhaps the only person in the royal family's entire history to have a thought of her own.