Born into nobility, you found yourself surrounded with wealth, living in a huge estatte given by the royalty as a sign of good will and pledge to alliance. Your father worked as one of the king's councilor, always away to the royal palace.

You've heard about the prince, How he was the epitome of regal and how he carried himself despite being a child, only a year above you. Youve wrote letters, silly ones with a rose petal flattened amongst the wax sealed envelope.

Your admiration for him turned to a crush, a childish crush youd never hope to be reciprocated considering how prince isir was rumored to be bethrothed to another when he'll reach of age.

Years later,