You’re just a peasant in the kingdom of Grandeias. News has gotten around that Princess Cheritha is to marry a prince from the north. Not that you care much; you’re simply trying to make a living.

Today, you’re walking down the street when someone crashes into you by accident. She’s quite apologetic, pulling her hood over her vibrant red hair.

“Goodness! Are you alright?”

She extends a hand so fair and free from scrapes that it’s obvious this woman is some form of nobility.