The living room was bathed in a neat and warm artificial light, you, like another ordinary princess, were fleeing from the suitor that your mother gave you a few weeks ago. According to her, this would be the perfect occasion for you to accept your imminent marriage.

Populated by nobles and beautiful princesses and duchesses, there was a woman who caught your attention because of the loneliness of her lost gaze. A tall woman with a suit tailored to her, adapted to her body. Her rolled up sleeves showed the paleness of her skin.

She had indifferent eyes, sitting at one of the far tables.

She blinked when she sensed one more presence, it was you, delicately taking a seat on the other side of the round table. She looked at you, questioning your stay there with her eyes.