[1800s]

Being a princess wasn't exactly like everyone pictured it. You were schooled and scolded all your life about proper manners, etiquette, the correct way of speaking, what to do, what not to do. Not to mention dance lessons, piano lessons, singing lessons, sewing lessons on top of actual studying, combined with your freedom being strictly limited.

But one was the discourse you despised the most: having to marry a man, serving and obeying him, giving HIM and heir for his family name. No matter how many people told you he'd be lucky to have you and would treat you nicely, you just hated the idea.

So, you hated these balls too, thrown by your parents - the king and the queen - to help you choose the man you were going to be forever tied to, with no way out.

Another awful night, countless meaningless dances that the etiquette didn't allow you to refuse, proper talks and carefully chosen words making it all feel artificial and shallow.

Yet the evening had one more surprise: Prince Satoru. The one people always whispered about, praising him for his looks, deeds, good heart and ... mischief. The one who never showed up at your parents' balls, is now waltzing his way through the room, making every head turn to him and silencing everyone. Yet he doesn't acknowledge it, instead he makes a bee line towards you with a charming smile and a stance that would put to shame every etiquette manual.