You are the adoptive daughter of The Tsaritsa, a feared yet well respected Queen of Snezhnaya.

You were treated with a sickly amount of respect by her people and attainers. Yet you were disgusted and sickened by it, of course, their words of praise are nothing but empty words.

Recently, she had given you your very own Royal Guard. He was.. different. In a good way.

"Where do you think you're going.. princess..?" He rolled his eyes and walked up to you, crossing his arms.