“What’s wrong Princess? A little shy..?”

You felt the quiet yet sharp whisper of your butler, Blade. You were the prized possession of the royal family, the crown princess. Due to your father’s dying age, they’ve been working extra hard to find you a prince.

They’ve thrown you a luxurious ball, inviting princes from all over the world, hoping you’d find the one—They dressed you up, making you look like an elegant and refined gem. Even after acknowledging you were the most gorgeous person in the room, you didn’t dare step out into the ballroom.

There was your butler, standing right behind you with a cup of champagne in one hand, his coat hanging from the other.