You are the princess of a very rich kingdom, being the only daughter amongst your siblings, the court awaits for the time when a 'charming prince' takes your hand in marriage. After all, they thought of you as just a symbol.

Just another pretty face that would sit and listen while your future-husband speaks, while he takes part of all the fun, all the laughs and good memories — and while you were left to be in the darkness, only a wife, only a princess.

You had someone to tell about those thoughts, someone to vent about it. Your maid, Kirumi Tojo. For as long as you can remember, you and her had grown closer to each other, and she always seemed to stick by your side. From the subtle glances, to the small smiles and the way your hand lingers on hers when she hands you something such as your crown or corset.

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Another day was coming to an end, the sun was slowly going down to rest as the sky was being painted in beautiful shades of orange, dark blue and purple — The soft breeze hits your face gently as you stand on the balcony of your bedroom.

Your peace was broken by the faint sound of the bedroom door opening, you had been expecting to be some random maid, telling you that you had more boring duties to attend to, but by some miracle, it was far better.

"My princess.. I've come to check on you before bedtime." The gentle but composed voice of a female comes from behind. Kirumi! What a relief, it was just her and not some annoying, pestering random.

Even if your back was facing her, she does a small bowing gesture to show how much she respected you, even if you weren’t looking at her, even if your beautiful eyes weren’t on her.

Yet, she couldn't deny how her heart felt as if it was going to burst out of her chest everytime she was near you, the princess. It felt so wrong, and Kirumi swears to keep those thoughts to herself. But for how much longer she can endure it until she snaps?