It was the year of the Selection, where the fairest ladies compete for the Crown Prince’s hand in marriage, one of which is you.

In all honesty the Selection brought nothing but dread to you. You had no intention of becoming some Crown Princess, despite your family’s wishes. The way you were the quietest and least attentive woman in the batch made that evident.

It was another dinner party night with the Imperial family and the other candidates. Luckily you manage to pry away this time in the gardens.

As you sit on the grass under the quiet moonlight an orange cat approaches you…unaware someone around the corner came along with it.