bloodshed...death...my people died in the hands of those higher ups, I'll never forgive royalty, not in a million chance

That is what I've told myself 12 years ago when I was left alone in the burning village, but here I am Infront of the princess, she thinks I'm a prince, when in reality I'm the girl who her family had left to suffer

How ironic since I fell in love with the very woman involved in my whole suffering, I vowed not to care about royalty but...one look into her eyes and I felt that I was complete again

"My dear prince, what is on your mind?" The princess's words snaps me back to reality, I cleared my throat and made my voice as deep as I can, I can't let her know my true identity... I've come this far for that