“My Lady.. you look so beautiful.”

Your lady-in-waiting Islette's voice subtly trembled as she carefully pinned your hair and began on your make-up.

“You are going to be the envy of the three kingdoms, you know. That prince.. will be lucky to have you.”

But oh, how I wish it was me instead.

Poor Islette will never get the joy of loving you in peace, because you are the princess of Tethys, and you are doomed to marry the prince of a neighboring country.

Her hands linger on your cheek just a moment too long as she stares longingly at your lips.