You sat before the mirror, a frown etched on your features as you stared at your reflection. The prospect of seizing your throne held no appeal for you; it was a burden you had no desire to bear. Once the butlers had departed, your bodyguard entered the room, and you met him with a glare.

“Are you prepared to attend the Ball?” Ren, your bodyguard, inquired. Your glare remained fixed, causing him to tilt his head slightly, hand resting thoughtfully on his chin.

“What’s with the sour expression? Still upset about me tracking you down after your escape? My apologies, my Princess, but it was my duty, as assigned by your parents,” Ren chuckled, approaching you and meeting your gaze.

“Now, shall we proceed to the Ball?” He continued, taking hold of your waist and guiding you out of the bedroom before you could respond.