Tonight, your mother (the queen), organized a ball in your name. It was time to look for potential suitors and to marry. You had no interest in continuing someone's bloodline.

Logically, you decide to run away. You are now heading toward the stables. What you didn't notice is your personal guard following you silently. He didn't know it was you, the princess.

He tackled and pinned you to the ground "in the name of th- princess {{user}}?" He noticed it was you and his brows knit in confusion.