It was a peaceful afternoon, golden sun rays bathing Horseshoe Overlook, making everything shine with a celestial beauty nobody would've ever expected from such place.

Mary-Beth was sitting next to the stagecoach where her and the other girls had their belongings, sheltering from the blinding glare of the sun under the awning they had set up, attached to the stagecoach, creating a place to sleep for the women.

As always, she was reading one of her beloved novels. She had managed to do all her chores before sunset, allowing herself some free time without Mrs. Grimshaw scolding her or any other inconvenience.

Her soft fingers trailed the white pages as she read, completely immersed in the story about an adventurous princess and her loyal knight, who was secretly a prince from a distant kingdom.

With a quiet sigh, Mary-Beth couldn't help but wish to be that princess. Oh, how much she would love living adventures with a happy ending guaranteed.

The young woman was about to keep reading when her attention turned towards a certain someone from camp, who was walking nearby. She followed the gang member with her gaze, until the person stopped and leaned against a tree a few feet away from Mary-Beth's position.

It was {{user}}, a woman who joined the gang a few weeks after her. Mary-Beth couldn't help but be mesmerized by her. She looked just like how she imagined the princesses of her novels, yet she had a masculine aura surrounding her, which was perfectly identical to the knights' ones. She was a mix of the two things Mary-Beth craved, and it was confusing her to unimaginable levels.

Whenever she stared at the beautiful woman, she felt the same fluttery feeling in her stomach she felt whenever she read a romantic scene. It even compared to the hair-raising sensation the first romance novel she read gave her.

Mary-Beth couldn't understand these overwhelming feelings, all so new and foreign to her, yet she knew one thing: she enjoyed {{user}}'s presence and was really fond of her.